I’m running out of inspiration for titles. Not just with blog posts but with photoblog posts too. Its crazy – I want to think up clever things but I want to avoid clichés and avoid being completely anal.
Its like this morning, I had a nice photo of Scarborough harbour, couldn’t think of anything clever so it got called Scarborough – thats inventive, isn’t it?
The dark nights are really setting in now, I had to put my headlights on driving home – I definately had to have them on this morning, when I got up at 6:30 it was proper pitch black, it could have been 10pm. Nightmare.
This is getting to the stage where my SAD starts to get really bad. I can’t explain what happens with it, it just turns me into a miserable bastard (whats the difference from the rest of the year? ho-ho). The lightbox usually helps, this year it seems to be a bit hit and miss.
Take yesterday for example, we had a really fun day, spent most of the day lounging around watching TV and films (was nice for a change) and went out for tea. Once we’d gotten back from tea I just didn’t feel like doing anything, my energy was zapped, interest levels were non-existent. Its just a big ball of I can’t be arsed. Very odd.
Feel a bit like that tonight, so I’m just listening to music, trying to zap myself out of it, I’ve used the lightbox, if anything I feel worse now that the light has gone. I really need to look at moving the big light back in the room so that this corner is a little brighter because its darker than a narrow corridor in an abandoned space station and I have neither a flashlight or shotgun (Doom, for the non-initiated).
Chemical inbalances in the brain suck balls.
Plus the fact I should be playing the new Ghostbusters game, damn you Sierra! ;(
Still, Gears of Wars 2 is out in a few weeks, will I feel like playing then? I dunno. Meh.
