I started this blog a while ago but I haven't really written anything, I don't know why, because I usually have a lot of things to say. Or at least I think about a lot of things.

See, I have this problem: I always want to write, I love the idea of spending my time writing stuff down, but when I get to it, when I open a notebook and get to hold my pen firmly, everything just rushes out of my head. I open up my laptop, set some music to get inspired, and when I finally get my fingertips to touch the keyboard woooosh, it's all gone.

Maybe I need to live more, maybe I need to read more, learn more, dream more, I don't know. Or maybe I should just write whatever dum thing I have lurking around in my brain, although, I'm not keen on the idea of belching out words just for the sake of it... like right now. On the other hand, I once read that you should write everything down, no matter what, and this is the best way to train yourself. Could it be true?

Oh what the hell... I still have nothing else to do. See, I'm prisoner in my own bedroom, in my own bed. I can't get out of bed. I have this nasty cold, and everytime I start to move around I get so dizzy, the room just starts spinning around until I give up and fall down to bed again.

I hate being sick, I just can't stand being able to do anything, I feel so useless. Although, I've had a good selection of films to watch -bare in mind, I've been sick since Thursday and it is Saturday today- for example: Monty Python's Life of Brian, Annie Hall, 24 Hour Party People, Dr. Strangelove and so on, and so forth. But, I got tired of watching movies, so now I've moved on to music, playing solitare and writing this inmensely absurd blog about being sick and doing nothing. I'll try to change the subject on the next one, which I'll probably write next. So toodoloo!!!