Did I Say I Felt Alienanted (again)?

Crikey, that was yesterday or the day before. Today I feel much more in harmony with my surroundings, why is that I wonder?

I was reading The Rotters Club recently, one of the characters in that kept a daily diary and had a rating system for her mood, using a sequence of asterisks I think. Perhaps I should do that with my blog (dazzlingly original I know) as I'm one of those people who can never remember feeling content when I feel like shit and vice versa.

Anyway, the alienation thing was about me feeling largely out of it when I was back in the UK, looking at my friends and feeling like I didn't belong with them, I didn't understand them and either they or I had moved on.

I come back here and now find myself feeling far from comfortable with people and my surroundings. This is a bit alarming as it suggests (ta, ra!) that I am out of it, I am the alien and being here, running there or hiding under there will not change a thing. Got to deal with the freak inside.

So, anyway, gave up smoking (again) yesterday. Although THE BOOK says I'm not to tell anyone I'm quietly confident that I'll get plenty of comments along the lines of

"Hey, love your blog, great to read some cool stuff for a change, I'm writing a blog about pig semen which you might be interested in, why not drop by and check me out"

And I started yoga (again) yesterday and my press ups (again). If I think of something new to start I'll stop it pretty much straight way and start it (again) so that it fits in with the rest of my recidivist behaviour.

As the last (again) moment of the day, I'm once again toying with the idea of applying to be the Manager (part time) of the local Golf Club. Don't laugh for fucks sake, this is my future we're talking about.