I was thinking about this story about a guy who while walking home one evening from work, gets lost in a forest. The more he tries to find his way out the more lost he becomes. As he is negotiating his way trying to find a way out, he starts thinking about his life. That's pretty much as far as I got as far as a plot is concerned. I don't know if that is even a plot. I was thinking about a twist to the story but I can't think of a good one. Maybe he draws parallels between being lost physically and psychologically, but I'm not sure about it. So I wrote that down at least, it's on my computer, waiting for me. I'm sure there is more to it than that.

I think I want to move in 6 months time, because that's when my break out clause kicks in and that said, I don't think I'll ever have a 18 month break clause in my contract or a private landlord.

Watched a cool film two nights back, The Island. It was about cloning humans for organ harvesting, which is kinda yuk(but cool, of course) but it was futuristic and clean and I like that. Went to Selfridges this weekend to see if I could get my hands on a Jawbone Up band. I couldn't. Just going to have to be patient and wait. I'm in my third week of not running and it's ok but.

I rearranged all the furniture in my flat the other day, I feel better for it. You know, I wonder if everyone is really happy or not, especially people in relationships. I have this strange feeling that people aren't really as happy a they pretend to be, and sometimes peoples' lives seem to me like a process that they are 'roped' into dealing with but don't really feel it. It stems from the fact that I don't think anyone really trusts anyone really. Don't get me wrong, I mean, I don't mind or really care but I'm sorta curious but sometimes your gut feeling has got something going on, kinda like a mad scientist who knows something but can't prove it. Or I'm just mad. Entirely possible and plausible.

Mind the gap.