Left Alone in Empty Place

I've been hit with this irritating feeling of apathy and general directionlesness that afflicts me every so often. It starts out with something trivial like not wanting to play games and then suddenly everything seems pointless. It sounds like a kind of depression, but I'd rather not think of that. Because thinking about it will make me more depressed and that kind of depression is the kind I can't abide. Pull myself together and get back on the horse, along with another bunch of cliches, pick your favourite. I don't care what people say, I'm not going to break down in sympathy for people who are "depressed" because their job sucks or their marriage is going down the creek. News flash, everybodies job sucks, no marriage is perfect and that silver lining ain't always there. Deal with it.
And with feeligns vented I feel better already. Horrible nasty emo moment there.
I need to make a real effort to record my dreams and do all the other things I've said I'll get around to. I need to stop being so lazy about it, do the right things, get fit etc etc.
Blogging strikes me suddenly as very superficial, defeating the point of a diary by putting it on display but I suppose it helps to get feedback on things that happen to you from objective outsiders.
I've decided each time I'm going to make a little statement here everytime I blog, staing something I'm going to try and do in a dream. My first choice is walking up walls. I will walk up a wall.
Picked up the new Gorrillaz album, its different to what I'm used to but it's quite nicely rhythmic.
My exams are looming closer and closer. I'm not too stressed, I know I can do it, I just put in the remaining work now and it'll be a cinch. Hopefully this relaxed outlook will irritate someone.