Weird day. Not at work, through illness. Spent a lot of it on-line, in strange and unexpected e-mail conversations with various people. Kind of got me thinking about all those conversation I’d like to have, and almost certainly never will, for one reason or another. I’m sure you’ve all got them – something you really want to say to someone, but can’t, because you know that however you approach the conversation, whatever you’re trying to express will get mangled in the space between the inside of your head and theirs. Something will get fucked up, and you won’t be able to make yourself understood as you intend to be.

Nothing to be done about it, it’s just on my mind.