Wow, it’s been a while. I am useless. There’s a few things I want to write about in the weeks to come: politics, television, games… But then I always say this and then leave it months before writing anything at all, usually another empty promise of posts to come.
So later on I shall be taking some time to write. And it’ll be up here soon. Days. Not week, not months. I apologise again for the gaps. As you were.
Oh dear. I mean, I know days like today come along. I also know they go. I’ll be fine, but today has been a proper struggle. I feel drained. Physically exhausted. I feel foggy and sore and my eyes are burning. I feel weak and I feel irritable. I’ve been relatively happy; that’s the strangest thing about this stupid disorder. I’m not sad. I’m depressed. I’m having a depressed day. It’ll pass…
…I’m going to start using this blog for more personal posts again, I think. It’s mine, after all. You don’t have to read it. You probably aren’t, are you? I could say “fuck” and nobody would know. FUCK. see? Anyway. As you were.
Russell T Davies’ latest powerhouse of a show, Years And Years, reaches what promises to be a thrilling conclusion next week. The last five weeks have been a terrifying and eye-opening ride through a possible (and plausible) near future. A family saga that goes forward at breakneck speed.
It’s a wonderful show, full of great performances and surprises aplenty. Once the series ends next Tuesday I’ll recap and review the whole first run. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend you catch up on BBCiPlayer as soon as you can.