Narcissistic

That, I definitely am!

I injured my right wrist - I don't know exactly when, but it wasn't hurting yesterday so it must've been today, possibly at yoga, but I have NO IDEA how - and it is in quite a lot of pain. It should not be a deterrent, but I guess I'd subconsciously used it as an excuse to convince myself it is OK to not be marking the horrifyingly huge stack of reports I ought to be marking. Instead, I enjoyed (= wasted) my night away reading blogs. This included.

Yes, I actually enjoy reading my own writing - and very much too! Tonight, I'd read posts written way back in 2005, when I first started keeping Ahem!; and tonight's not the first time I'd done so. Somehow, I don't tire of myself (which, on a serious note, is a very fortunate thing!) If it is possible, I'd love to fall in love with someone just like me (but no, it isn't, because there simply isn't!).

I love writing and love reading what I've written equally as much - and I guess it is what keeps me going given how lonely I really am. Reader, do not get it wrong - loneliness is a state of mind, and most of the time has nothing to do with whether one is actually alone or not. I guess I should be grateful that I could find such great companionship in myself (no, I am not clinically insane... not proven to be, yet, at least).

I shouldn't, however, revel in the fact that my awesome ability to self-amuse has caused me a night of not doing what I ought to. Furthermore, instead of getting on with it, I'm spending (= wasting) more time writing about this now, probably so that I could indulge (= regret) in reading it tomorrow...