I'm really not comfortable writing about myself but I've decided to try to stop worrying about it. This is a weblog after all; there's no point pretending that this isn't an exercise in narcissism. All is Vanity. So, I'm going to write stuff about myself and try not to be concerned with the fact that someone in Kuala Lumpur might think I'm an idiot. I should be so lucky. That would mean that I have a reader.
I shouldn't be afraid of writing about my life and exposing my feelings, but I am. If there aren't things happening in the world that I care to write about then I should write about my world. And so I will right now. Ready? Are you sure? Okay, that's enough procrastinating, here goes. *Deep breath* I met a girl. She's very nice. I like her. And on saturday I had scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast in the garden at her house whilst the chickens that laid the eggs wandered about around me in the morning sun. It was a very pleasant experience. Right, that's quite enough exposing of feelings for one post, I'm off.