Overload

Feeling pretty damn good today. It is Saturday, after all, and that, according to the shameless Lurpak adverts, is Breakfast Day. I think, I am feeling so good, due to the gruelling yoga session I put myself through last night. I am in pain, but I get to feel smug, because I have exercised. I even plan to do it again on Sunday morning - at 10.30 (inner voice asking whether I am insane or not...). I am keen to do more exercise, because whenever I do, I have to admit, I feel utterly blissed out afterwards - practically high, on endorphins I assume.

So, to the matter in hand. I can't quite seem to give this blog up, and yet, I now have a twitter feed, and I am on facebook - and, in the manner of Carrie Bradshaw, I can't help but wonder, is this all a bit too much? Do I need to be telling everyone* what I am doing all the time, and why do I want to do it?

I originally started this blog to get myself back into writing - it kind of worked, but I ended up spending more time on this than on my (yet to be completed potentially Oscar-winning) screenplay. Because, this is easy and fast. Maybe it's all about trends - blogs were massive, and some still are, but then facebook was really in, and it is still popular, but all anyone can talk about at the moment is Twitter. Hmm.

*heh, 'everyone', I know.