Remember, remember the ?? of November.

I can't believe that it's nearly the end of October already. I know that time flies when you're enjoying yourself, but I'm starting to think that it remains airborne even when you are not having a barrel-load of fun. I feel so old, the days and the weeks and the months and then the years, they just seem to gather pace as you age and suddenly you're 26 and still living at home, writing blog posts in your pyjamas.

Not that there's anything particularly wrong with writing blog posts in your pyjamas I'll wager - you've got to be comfortable, after all. What I like about writing blog posts now is that it feels like it has become fun once again, something to look forward to. I'm coming up with all these little ideas and observations and that. For instance, this week I am going to introduce a fascinating and insightful series of posts entitled 'photos off my phone'. I shall save it as a surprise what they will be about.

But November. November is a depressing month. I'm not a fan of November - what good ever happened in November? It's a middling segue as the year shudders to a depressing halt. Years have usually made it or breaked it by this point, but I'm still on the fence with 2010. I wrote it a nice letter and everything at the beginning of the year.

October has been my most successful (in purely numerical terms) month of blogging since May, with a massive grand total of 18 posts thus far. Now that is a miserable statistic. I shall remedy that in November. November will be the grand month of blogging. Full of posts about how miserable and depressing everything is - so there we go. That is the good that comes out of November.