It is 2.40 pm UK time. I am feeling tired and weak. I have an hour and a half on my hands. This is a dangerous time for me. This is just the sort of time when I feel tempted to mess around on the inter-net. I lack the mental energy to do anything else. As long as I can keep typing I will be safe.

I've run out of things to say. Like everyone on here I have a passion for boys. In particular, I like boys in shorts. Perhaps I ought not to say that on here. Perhaps that is unhelpful.