Foolish Games

The silly entity that is Son...

...greets thee.

Yes, I'm still alive, and I hope I will still be alive for a little while longer, because I need to write my will before I die... is a bit difficult to write it then, for obvious reasons.

While we're on the topic of death, I've always wanted to leave meaningful letters to my family and friends... but to do that properly you'd have to know that your death is imminent, which in the tradition of tv soaps occurs with every terminal illness (i.e. you have 3 months to live!). So I guess I won't be leaving any letters (unless I contract some terminal illness which has a reasonably predictable countdown), which is just as well, since my 'to do list' is growing longer rather than shorter.

Anyway, I'm digressing as usual, and I didn't mean to be morbid... I just have no issues talking about my own mortality, I guess because an eternity in heaven awaits.

So, what's the point of my rambling post? I was rather hoping that you'd tell me actually.

Oh, if you read my post of 10 January about my decision... well, my resolve has won out over my instinct and implusiveness, and I haven't (as yet) taken my friend's advice. Which means I've either learned to control my impulsiveness, or that I fear making the same mistakes of my past. Either way, I'm probably confusing you ;P

I sometimes wonder if I belong in a lunatic asylum, though that's not quite right... but I'd make a psychiatrist a fortune in continued unproductive sessions.

Welcome to Son's world =) Sit back relax and go round in circles (well, more like ellipses).

Thank you for tuning out.

posted by Son @ 23:25