Dry July

I seem to hit a journal block every year at the start of July. In the past seven years I've managed multiple entries in its first ten days only once. For some reason at this time of the year my creativity and natural wit is stifled by some unknown force. These are the kind of things you discover when you maintain a journal for the majority of time that's passed in this egocentric century.

I can't work out the cause of this. Could it be the oppressing darkness of business hours sunsets? The cold? The exhilaration of a new financial year? My confusion has led to some strange behaviour over the years as I attempt to re-jig myself until entries fall out. In 2007 I spent a week trying to live like it was the Nineties with some success. Unfortunately I've already spent the last three and a half years living like it's the Naughties, so I can't really follow that up.

This week, for not-journal related reasons, I woke up at 6AM every day for the first time since... Actually, I'd wager this is the very first time I've even been out of bed at 6AM for five days in a row. I spent an hour each morning playing with Python code and watching for the sunrise. Yep... What did I gain from this? The inkling that I often have strange behaviour that seems to occur around this time of the year, and that I should data-mine my journal to confirm...

I jogged across the Harbour Bridge and back today. For funsies, not for journal related reasons. That bridge is high off the ground.