TUESDAY, 6 DECEMBER 2011

Well blogy, the term ended well, if not shenaniganly, with Her, whom I really do think myself properly to like. To wit, I have been, this slow and lazy, cold day, spent incamerated, dozy reading, thinking on her, and smiling, remembering that which she did. A genuine like for her qua person as opposed to someone of whom I can say, to myself or to others, that she's my girl. It's perhaps a bit annoying that Christmas comes, and thereby a month's separation, but well. I live in some sort of hope that things could be good for me, in the year that is to come.

THURSDAY, 1 DECEMBER 2011

And so, life, thou comest around with thy vital ways, and december is upon us, the days darkling at noon, the new cold unexpected and bracing, and the still point in this turning world Watt academically dwells. And this still point hopes to have a date on Saturday, the third with the girl, and he hopes to eat and watch and maybe, just maybe, get somewhere. But he is nothing if not a philosopher, and induction, with its brute main force over our ideas, associates ill with the transition: Watt has a date, so it will go well. And associates big with the transition: Watt has a date, so it will go bad. But there is a fact, as there was two years hence in MC's, in her cerebellum - and hereafter let her be only Her - and it may be as tristful as MC's. But then so it is. The new year brings new opportunities. But if it isn't, you, Watt, are to have to nerve to get through to another, whom you like. Let us see how Saturday, which I am investing with value, goes. I will try.

MONDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2011

Getting with the modern world and trying blogging from my phone, so ignore the odd pseudonym, there is an explanation but it is not an interesting one. Anyway, the motivation for this little post is the angst consequent on trying to predict the behaviour of others, specifically.my new beliked, whom i predicted would text me tonight but who probably won't. That other people are just so darn inscrutable, that i'm trapped in piddling obsessions over nothing, that i am not liked, or, if liked, unable to determine this. Being with others is just darned difficult. Let's see what happens.