... it happens occasionally. I said I'd keep using my diary on my website, but it dawns on me that that serves quite a different purpose - it's where I write about my feelings, and write my occasional gratuitous essay or stream of consciousness. But this makes a suitable place to put out some of the more public stuff - whether I'm becoming less introverted is a tricky question, but I certainly have more people to communicate with. Equally I feel rather more certain about my sexuality & religion, both of which were major causes of wibbling in the other diary; in short I can be more open.
Anyway, back to the wibbling - I've done all my xmas shopping - doesn't mean I'll celebrate it in the same way as most people but I can still enjoy it as time with my family. Oh and Karen, your pressie's wrapped & waiting ;)
I'm feeling a bit dopey to go to the pub, and it's damn cold out there, so I think I'll enjoy - and make another attempt to tidy - my nice warm flat.
Enough wibbling. Why am I writing this? Why are you reading it? Time to hit the housework ;)