My name is tait. There is no emphasis on the first 't'.

I am at home alone. Consuming alcohol to fill a certain void that I cannot seem to plug. Possibly something on that later. That certain level of intoxication that prompts you to write has been hit and some rather impressive recent musical listenings has indeed spurred a few thoughts.

Firstly, exhaustion! What on earth did I do to be pushed into such irreversible fatigue? After a week straight of work and hard partying. I hit possibly the largest wall I have ever encountered. Two days of laying in bed being the anti-socialistic stranger I am, an I awake with a lack of limb movement and the desire to do nothing more than move to a cottage in the middle of nowhere and do very little. I need motivation. I need inspiration. I need more than hallucinations and temporary moments of complete and utter contentment. I have an idea on what I could do to fix such a thing. But do you think for the love of god I could do it! Oh dear

Secondly, a certain push towards insanity, which I shall not discuss. What is going on? I’m really not sure. I shall just endeavour to ride said condition out. But it certainly is bringing some rather frightening and entertaining events into my life. I’d absolutely love someone to follow me around to make a documentary. Just to see the sort of tomfoolery I get up to.

The next thing I’d like to have a ramble about is Christmas! Why the fuck (the first profanity I have used all blog) does nobody get giddy and shake anymore! Just the sight of Christmas lights sends me into fits of grins and spasms. On that note, I have decided this weekend I am going on a rather large Christmas lights hunt.

I might have more to ramble on in a few moments; I thought I would post this in case I waddle over to yee ole bed.