Someone actually emailed me the link to my own blog this morning.
As you can see, the sentence “what sort of a dick does this, and what sort of a dick then writes about it”… they're clearly not amused.
I’m also getting messages from people I’ve never met before offering to ‘help me out’ (in the politest way possible) Now, I appreciate the sentiment, and thanks, but that’s just weird. I’m doing this for reasons involving women, and my approach to women over the past year or so, what I don’t need is to go back to exactly the same as I was a couple of months back, and definitely not because of this task – it’s supposed to have helped me achieve the complete opposite of what it’s actually achieving, and as such I’m going out, and I’m going to drink.
Seemingly NO-ONE wants to go out on a Tuesday anymore. I managed 4 pints, before everyone decided that “It’s a Tuesday, and I’ve got work in the morning.” Boring. People don’t realise I’m in need of some company and a good drink. The weekend of nothingness has taken it out of me. I’m not used to such boredom.
What I need is a million women dressed only in feathers.
