I Can't Remember

I swear, I can't remember half the things I've written on this blog. It's like "What the hell was I on about that day?" Like looking in a mirror and seeing nobody.

But I was always like that about writing. Before blogs, before computers, indeed without so much as a typewriter I would compose poems, or try to write a novel, just to entertain myself. Out of all the teachers in British boarding school, my English teachers loved me most. I was always number one in spelling and essay-writing and creativity, which means writing crazy stuff.

But my math teachers hated me.

Ergo cogito est! Or something like that.