Why are you here?

Contrary to the published schedule of thirty days before deletion, Live Journal have left this account usable. I am not going to start posting again. This is a final post to set the record straight (or at least permanently crooked.)

In the beginning there was a reason for the existence of a Journal of my thoughts. I had the inclination and the devotion to record them. The code needed to open an account was provided and soon other local acquaintances were persuaded to join. I met other people who have their own LJ presence and we 'friended.'

To quote my boss, "the magic has gone from it." I find, in the time since I deleted Him_over_there, that I do not miss it. I have commented on the Journals of others when I felt the need and if they allowed anonymous posting.

I don't think my entries are missed by anyone. I have never been political or intellectual in my posts. I don't find it easy to tell you much about my private thoughts. The only thing I remember doing, was making jokes or compaining. Nobody needs my poor humour when so many others do it better.

It has been two months since the last entry. None of you commented on the deletion, even when we spoke in person. I hope you all expected me to change my mind. Realistically I expect you just didn't care. I am not looking for pity or explanations from anybody. I just wanted to point out the reality. I do not matter.

Mark.


Addendum, I have changed the password to this account to a set of random letters. The password confirmation was sent to a mail account with a password also consisting of random letters. The password reminder answer is another set of random letters. Hopefully this will stop me changing my mind and restarting this journal. Although it is not deleted, it is no longer in use. As of 1st November I will not be using any messaging programmes and my online time will be minimal. I am changing my ISP account to a pay as you go type due to the cost being less than a monthly bill type. E-mail should still reach me, but I will be checking less frequently. Those of you who have my mobile phone number should know that I intend to keep a minimum amount of credit on it. If I don't reply, it is because I have no credit. Try ringing me at home.

I've just picked up Richard & Wendy. I am annoyed. I had just started an alcoholic beverage and was trying to watch CSI.

I think I am more annoyed at myself for not thinking that I might still have to pick them up before I started on the booze. I told Wendy off for not thinking it through herself, but I sill think I am at fault just as much as she is. She was the one that old me not to pick them up after ATC tonight.

I hate being in charge. I need to grow up.

This morning I felt fine even though I hardly slept last night.

Now I'm feeling terrible. I was expecting this holiday to be a stress relieving time. It hasn't been so far. Hopefully I can sleep tonight.

I have just been thinking about how I've messed up my life.

It actually troubles me more that I am happy with things at the moment.

That is all.

I delivered the Birthday card to Andy today. He was very impressed with it. I managed to find two large dock leaves to wrap it in, in a sort of D&D style envelope. He can't wait to show other people. I forged Abrahams signature and overwrote the penciled in bit.

As could be expected he asked when we are next playing. It was mentioned that a Bank Holiday is coming up and, other than Thursday, any evening next week is free for us.

So, let me know or let Andy know when you want to play. I vote for Monday or Tuesday.

So I got the tickets for the Eddie Izzard show in the post this morning. I don't want to worry any of you but I already lost them once.

I've found them again though. Honest. They're over there, see?

No, over there.

Umm.... Oh crap.

Bugger off.

My free courtesy car (only £8 insurance cover) is a diesel Ford Focus. It is actually quite zippy. The seats are not quite so comfortable and can't be tilted back, so it isn't so nice to sit in.

Oh yeah. RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The world is ending.

I think.

Maybe not.

No it's just an episode of Family Guy.

Meh.

That was nice. I just played a friendly game of Star Trek CCG with David. I can't recall how long since I last played and I know David hasn't played for longer. In a reversal of our usual roles, I played Kazon and he played Klingon. I won. I actually had to win twice because he played The Big Picture on me. Even with all the interuptions for phonecalls and text messages we still had fun and got through the game without arguing. This is possibly the only time since we first played that we didn't argue. Nice.

I'm considering shaving off the moustache. I'm getting annoyed by the amount of soup, milkshake and froth that gets caught in it.

Any thoughts?