This is a load of ramble - tangents are my speciality ! :-P My 'diary entries' have been boring me of late. I wouldn't wish the mind-numbing reading on anyone! The trouble is, I'm too happy. I now understand how artists, musicians etc. who were struggling, addicted, depressed etc. managed to create such powerful works. Anger, rage, confusion and despair are such overwhelming emotions, with such negative energies behind them. Oh pants, another tangent. Sorry.
In the past, I have written a diary/journal and it's been remotely interesting - with thanks to a few of the emotions mention above and below:
However, for the past few years, I've been happy... life with HG is never dull and I could be there all day writing about the happy times and fun things we get up to (however small), but it would mean missing out on the next real live moment with him.
