Why?

Why do I torture myself over silly things? The column thing was just an honest goof between a couple of editors which makes me feel so much better. I'd totally rather it be something innocuous like that than find out what I wrote was shite. Not that I'm incapable of writing shite :) My nanoblogmo attempt is a case in point of shite writing.

Of course shite is subjective but there you go. Anyway, all is well column-wise and I stressed about it for absolutely no reason and you'd think I'd know better but apparently I don't.

Piano man is still an enigma. The google alerts have trickled off so I don't know much about the progress on his case. I'm still intrigued though. I'd love to sort of adapt his story into some kind of fiction and make up my own ending to his case. Maybe I'll putter around with that for the evening.

Anyway (and sorry Gunter) I'm boring myself with this entry. A sure sign I should stop.