Day 204

They say most of the population is sleep deprived. I imagine this is especially true of young people, who rarely if ever go to bed by 11pm. Hell, if I'm in bed at 11 on weekend nights, that pretty much puts me out of the loop!

Also, I've recently discovered the value of a good and healthy breakfast! It makes a whole world of difference to take in some fruit and veg for breakfast along with a bowl of cereal, instead of just the cereal.
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Batman is a little bit overrated. I enjoyed the movie quite a bit, but I also thought the plot was a little bit disjointed; it didn't build itself up quite the way a good plot does, and the multiple climaxes thought made the whole thing a slight bit trying. There I said it!

Comments

Anonymous said…
you dont say much with substance these days
3:13 PM
Max said…
If by 'these days' you mean the last few, I'd agree. I'm increasingly drawn toward other things at the moment.
But more to the point, you should try coming up with good substanive reading, then writing it out, every single day. And I don't mean that definsively, I really think people should try. It is challenging.
4:39 PM
Anonymous said…
if i can feel exhausted after reading an entry..i can imagine the time you must pour into them..and each thought..well rounded with qoutes to boot. They have become short though. This time of year one would rather spend time out side enjoying life with friends, rather then sitting infront of a glowing box diving into complex ideas i assume.
10:11 PM
Anonymous said…
im from the first post. i have tried that and i agree it is challenging. good work on your efforts.
5:09 PM
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