Good night Tom? Yeah not bad thanks. Oh wait, you've still got to do your self-obsessed bloody blog! Oh, really, I forgot all about that. Oh right, well y'know it's getting kinda late. Well, I'd better get to it then - eve though I can't be bothered in the least.
But it would surely be a shame to miss a day of this blog so near to my 100th Anniversary. I'm not sure exactly how close it is, but it is within about a week of this post I think. If I missed one now I might regret it for the rest of my life. Or at least a couple of minutes I expect. But surely there will be a point when writing a daily blog will become boring both to me and my readership. That day will come. So is there really any point in making it to 100 consecutive days of blogging?
No, but I have mild OCD, so, Yes.
I am, of course, drunk again. It has been at least two days since I last got drunk so I guess this was coming, but I do apologise to my regular readers who, whilst I wouldn't say expect a decent level of content in these ramblings, do at least seem to care about my well-being. I would like to assure you, therefore, that I am fine.
That is today's RTBC - the internet blog that has recently been described as, and I quote 'Just the ramblings of a world-weary 25-year-old man', and I can't really argue with that to be fair.
I promise there will be more content in the days to come but this evening I have nothing more to say. Just nothing. It has been an awesome effort just to turn the computer on this evening, and even more effort to try and spell things right. To expect decent content would be nothing short of greedy. Greedy.
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