Your Own Worst Enemy

Alright, so, what happened today? Too little, too much. I watched part 2 of the Doctor Who special in which the current doctor died and was replaced by the horribly bouncy new boy doctor. I cried like a baby when he collected his reward - i.e. visited those closest to him, saved a life, made a massive difference to a few lives, and then died. Poor frickin' bastard.

Then, well, went for dim-sum (Imperial) with a friend. She discussed her world and the developments rumbling through. Then she asked me why I didn't write a blog. I teared up. Choked up. Had to skip the conversation off onto another track to keep myself from cracking up and having a few massive sobs. Why? Well, because I'd like to write a blog, but I can't because I don't have time. I can't make the time. I can't put the effort in. I just can't - and that's the theme. I want to, but I can't. I desperately want to, but never choose to.