Apparently many writers have a particular time of day when they write best. As of yet I have no idea what my best time is, but some times are indeed better than others. I try to write often, but as with so many other important things I intend to do in a day, I never get around to it, often utterly wasting my day. So, now at midnight I try to to do at least something useful, so I might say to myself that my day didnt't go to waste.

But to my horror I realise it is already Tuesday, and have thus failed. But boy do I have ambitious plans for today. I intend to wake up and make the most of my time catching up on French before school. Not only that, I intend to get some English independent course work done, and go to practice in the evening! Can I do it? Perhaps, should I convince myself that I would also be letting down all the people who read my blog... so not terribly many. On the other hand, I might get sidetracked, delaying most of the work for some other time, making up some excuse for myself to not go to practice, and then end my day hunched up in self pity and guilt for letting you all down.

Self pity can, in moderation however, be quite the indulgence. Some people, I would like to think myself, are adept at using self pity as a miserable form of comforting oneself when the time feels right, without spiralling into the dark pit of irreversible angst. A particular advantage is that you won't annoy anyone else with your angst, and won't have to explain to anyone why you should be feeling sorry for yourself at that particular moment, when overall life is wonderful. But then again, an evening with a cup of tea, a ridiculous chocolate residue from Christmas to binge on, and an assortment of interesting blogs can serve as a nice way to vent out the "bad energy". I might even convince myself that by reading such blogs I am infact also developing myself as a writer, and can therefore feel good about myself. Luckily I am also of the age that despite eating copious amounts of chocolate my physique is as good as ever, almost rivalling that of Oliver's previously stated silly ideals.

Unfortunately my short lived creative outburst has suddenly encountered writers block. I'm not entirely sure whether or not it is writers block, but after contemplating my sudden lack of inspiration, I decided to continue to post by writing about whatever happened to be in my head at the time, which, as you may have figured, was the ongoing contemplation of my sudden lack of inspiration which I interpreted as the infamous "writers block" for lack of a better expression to start this paragraph with. I now recommend that you reread the previous sentence slightly faster. Then, reread it AGAIN, slightly slower. Now, turn around in your chair to stare at the wall behind you intensly for a whole 60 seconds. Repeat this final step and (I kid you not), something amazing will eventually happen.

And on that intriguing bombshell, ladies and gentlemen, I bid you goodnight! Good morning even, depending on your time zone, or whether or not you consider it proper to give such greetings during hours which we might call "AM" However, for those of you who do not agree with the technical sensibleness of my chosen farewell, I assure I chose it merely for style.