Repeating myself

I have this little habit. I have a tendency to repeat things I've already said. Part of it is quite simply because I like to talk, and sometimes forget I've already said something. The other part of it is I talk to a lot of different people, and quite often forget what I've said to who. My poor boyfriend has heard me rant about the same things over and over and over again - purely because I can't remember if I've said it to him, or one of my other friends, or at all.

The same follows through on this blog. I am likely to repeat myself at some stage. I probably already have and just haven't realised it yet. I can live with that. It may mean that some of my posts will seem awfully familiar. Sorry about that. But to be honest, I'd rather say the same thing more than once than spend ages searching through all my posts to make sure I've not said this very thing before. Ah well.

This post does not have a conclusion. In fact, this isn't much of a post at all. This is my brain when I've been living on sugar, caffeine, and frantic novel writing for a month...