I know I'm going to run out of things to write

I mean let's be honest - who really cares about what I have to rant about? Part of me thinks that what's great about blogging is that I can pretend to be a totally different person. I can be the person I actually want to be in this cyberspace where noone but me knows any better. But that's the tricky bit. I do know better. And eventually, inevitably, the deception will fail. I'm not that great at deception. Especially not character deception. It's just too hard. Although there are people out there who think I'm well-adjusted, sane and uncomplicated - they are few and far between. Oh dear, my first cliche. There we go, the deception has already failed. I naturally use cliches all the time and it's just too hard cutting them out.
What am I rambling about? Does anyone care? Do I? That whole thing of less thought more action is not going to work if I continue these pointless philosophisings. So, on action: I'm going to go and drink some coffee and have a bit of chocolate without worrying about the calories.