writing on the train

Written yesterday, on the London->Edinburgh train:
( Ramblings about journals and people )

Snot

Picking my nose earlier today (as I’m sometimes wont to do), I was left wondering whether I’d yet removed my own bodyweight from my nostrils. Sadly, although I was on a medical unit at the time, I felt that borrowing an accurate set of scales to give me something to multiply up would be frowned upon, so both you and I will have to live without the answer until another day.

Right, now I’ve disposed of half of the people reading this, I’ll tell you what the current situation in my life is (oops, there goes the other half).
( Those of you who are still here can click )

(no subject)

I have no idea how far and fast news spreads from my small corner of the world out to you people in mysterious foreign places (or even further, to Canada, or Wales), so I shall begin by filling you in on the depressing news that has been occurring in England recently.
( Click to read my ramblings on justice and madness )

Brief Explanation

The reason for the three long posts just before this one is that I was on a train for 4 hours yesterday with a laptop and a copy of Word. I typed fairly constantly, and got 1400 words in. Twas fun. I wonder how one gets to do this professionally...