So as I sat in bed at 11 o'clock this morning, eating Sunday lunch's leftover fish and watching 'Coffee and Cigarettes', I once again thought about how I wanted to create a blog. It didn't have to follow any particular theme, but rather just a place for me to voice the inner antics of my often whimsical daydreams and philosophies.

My issue in life at the moment, is that I dream. I dream, and then spend my day watching English panel shows and having showers at 2pm. If only I could get out of bed. What happened to my motivation? Perhaps a part of it left with my forsaken attempts at getting a full-time job, or that I have trouble deciding what to do, so I therefore do nothing. 'Is this all I have in life?', I sometimes wonder. I'm often quite happy doing nothing. In fact, when I do have something on, I wish I didn't, I wish that I could laze at home doing absolutely nothing, by choice. Nevertheless, I know that this is a waste of my youth. Or is it? Is doing what you enjoy (although it may be frowned upon by most) really a waste of your time? I'd argue no; except that I have dreams. Big dreams. Dreams of travelling extensively overseas, being a renown professional, drinking coffee with the best of people...
                     ...If only I could get out of bed