This is it, my final post where I will allow mediocrity to rule. Tomorrow, my 3,000th post, will have to be a lot better. Yes, I know it’s only a number, but there are some numbers which make you want to try harder. This is one of them. When I get to 3,001 I won’t feel quite the same, but I’m going to try to maker more effort in future.
I’m even taking a leaf out of LA’s book and planning ahead, because she is a well known planner. Here is my plan for next week.
- 3,000th post. Write something good.
- 3,001. And again.
- Probably write an informative piece about world peace. Though possibly not that informative, and possibly a different subject.
- Stare at screen wondering where my life went wrong.
- Don’t blog. Watch TV.
- Blog about watching TV instead of blogging.
- Blog a list, pretending that I have a plan for 7 days and that I am going to keep to it. This is one of my tried and tested time wasting techniques.
It’s likely that I may fail with Number 1, but I reckon if I can make it to Number 4 I’m in with a chance of seeing the week out.
Based on events in Number 7 I’m going to add Number One of next week’s list.
1 Write a reflective report revealing the relaxing nature of writing alliteratively.
And with that, I will add a bit of fluff to the bottom of this post, hit my pitifully low self-declared word limit and go to bed.
High point of the day: hot buttered toast, made to perfection. It seems so simple but it’s hard to do. It could well be another year before I get it right again.
Low point of the day: just now. When writing this I realised that somewhere along the line I seem to have lost the urge to add un-necessary capital letters to things. I could go back and write “High Point of the Day” but it all seems so meaningless . . .
A man that is tired of Capital Letters is tired of Life, as they say.
The header picture is a cat drawn by one of Julia’s group in the gardens.