cht #2

I'm intrigued by individuals, and uninterested by crowds.

cht #1

I'm only interested if it makes me feel something...

I'll Think Of A Title Later...

It has been brought to my attention by an annoying voice in my head, that by being lazy and not posting my thoughts / feelings in this space, I am neglecting a resolution of sorts made at the beginning of the the year (by someone claiming to be me) to do so. I am now glad said previous post was made because it now acts as a call to duty.

Most days I have so many thoughts run through my head that it's hard for me to even keep track, and given that memory, and composition of these things called 'sentences' are not my two strongest faculties, posting here (at least for the moment) seems to take significant effort. In an attempt to get things moving I will from here on post some of the more random tidbits that run naked through my brain in just that fashion - as tiny flashes of forming identity, and title them  cht's (i.e. a crumblyhalfthought). If you see one, please fear not: I have not succumb to insanity; they are mainly for my future reference and embarrassment only. More complete thoughts and happenings will continue to appear as regular posts.

On some other matters: 

I have started attending the gym with increasing frequency to gradually build up my fitness. While this pleases me greatly, unfortunately the treadmill robs me of calories which scrawny specimens such as myself need to live. The Easter Bunny has exacerbated this problem by providing copious amounts of chocolate, thereby lessening my desire for real food. I really didn't plan to have to hit the weights this early on but I may have to; if I get too slim there's a good chance people will start offering to sponsor me through World Vision. 

Recently it came time to pick up a new book to read and naturally I reached for the one that has been calling to me for the best part of two months now - A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle. Pretty much anyone who has heard of Oprah has heard of this book, and lately something has been calling me to explore a good self help book. Eight pages in however and I no longer really feel like I'm in the right headspace for it's content. If only I had finished my last book two weeks sooner. Do I just put it down now, and start something else? or continue wading through it's pages bleary eyed not really absorbing anything? You can bet if I start a different book, in a few days I'll be wishing I had this back in my hands. Indecision: my arch nemesis.

Finally, to our dear Prime Minister Kevin Rudd: I accept your most generous offer of $900 to stimulate not the economy, but my bank account, despite finding your perfectly bland haircut and personality annoying.

That is all.