There's a lot to be said for momentum.
Lose it…and it's gone.
And it takes a FAT amount of effort to get it back.
I talk about myself and "the blog".
Going on holiday for almost a month and then coming back to Chinese New Year = a very, very long break from normal life and thus, blogging.
I just stopped taking notes about the funny stuff that happened…
It was gonna take a significantly entertaining event to bring me back.
Or perhaps, the discovery of a little, yellow note…
[the note. blurred so you can't see my scraaaawling handwriting]
Yes, in my state of lazy, I took a book off my shelf and started reading.
And then I found the page marker from where I'd stopped reading it once before.
It took a while before I noticed the yellow paper was folded in half…and contained writing!
What a treasure!
Finding an old note is possibly better than finding money…
It said some very strange things. Which to be fair, other people said, not me.
"oh! the merangues!"
You mean meringues. Burning?
I suppose the multiple 's's are significant. Though I'm not sure why.
"a keg for a sex machine"
A what…for a what? Wha-? Ha-? Wh-?
And then my personal favourite,
"is that the first gay we've had in the house?"
…Did someone I know actually say that? Maybe I dreamt it?
Turns out though, you can't just write notes and forget about them.
You have to blog them.
Or when you find them later, they're just super-weird.
"They're alright under that though. Well…most of them are."