Sulking

I've been sitting here for ten minutes staring at an empty screen wondering what to write about. Should I refer you to some of the other blogs I read? How about I update you on the colour and consistency of my phlegm? Or maybe I could tell you about how bored I am here in BsAs? The trouble is nothing seems to happen except work and crashdown from work. Even on those weekends when I do something social, it doesn't exactly set the world on fire. The thing I miss most here is decent conversation. It's not that I have no-one to talk to, but none of us know each other well enough to have one of those free-ranging conversations that make you cry (either from sadness or laughter).

My friends I miss you.

It's my birthday soon. I don't want any prezzies (too old to need that kind of validation) but I would like to know you read this. So please, stuff my comment box with messages.

Or I might sulk.