The weather's so insane now - one moment you're there enjoying the breeze and ignoring the pain of muscle spasms and the next the sun is beating mercilessly down and suddenly you're so aware that your body is suffering and that your mind has obviously run off to some far off place. I think it would be wise if I ran in the gym instead of near the canal.

It's becoming more apparent to me that my brain is suffering from the lack of use. Actually even if I was working I doubt it'll be used much as most jobs are merely mindless in their monotony of the routine. Alliteration baby! Not that it was planned.

I'm suffering from a generous kind of lethargy, almost a langourous quality to it. Drinks, good company. By feeding the mind, do you feed the soul? If so, that nicely explains the emptiness I sometimes feel. Lost in dreams, promises and whisperings.

I simply walk on.