Ok, it's not as interesting as the title puts it, I know.
I wouldn't blame you if you clicked off right now either.
Because I don't even know where to start.
I'm just writing this to pass the time until I fall asleep.
A lot of things have changed and as Leon said to Mathilda, it's always like this.
Let's just say I know more about solar power, generators, fixing combustion engines, since November.
My knuckles are still busted up from an engine I just worked on.
I don't think I'm the type of person to write about my life. "How are you doing" seems more like a formality to me above all else. It feels reserved for love. Maybe it's because I hang around the wrong kind of bunch. Whatever happens, happens. And those that I find to be fit to know about it, will know about it.
Whereas I would love to provide some uniqueness into a person's life, it is impossible if someone else shares the same views as I do, lives the same life I do, but can portray and frame my happenings in a more engaging manner.
I have a lot more respect for the dead now.