Over the past few months I've gotten a little bit sick of the Internet and how it's taking over everyone's lives completely. I've even taken a few weeks to grow a complete dislike for Facebook because of it's ability to let you think you know people, even though you don't.

More specifically, though, I've been annoyed by what Facebook can do with friends you've got in real life. But I'll discuss that in the future, as I kind of want to just show you something today.

Thanks to Diamond Geezer I discovered something that I can't think of an actual need for. He's popped a link onto a page which was developed by the same guy who runs Traintimes.org and other such sites and who develops for a company called My Society.

He took some data which has been released by TfL about the location of tube trains on the Underground system, and has developed some code which puts all of these trains onto a Google Map. It's not that neatly done, being developed as part of Science Hackday, and trains move in straight lines along slightly unrealisitic routes - with some trains running across the middle of "nowhere" to get to the stations they need.

You can look at it here.

Part of me has spent quite a few minutes just staring at the map, watching trains go from station to station - and clicking on them to find out where they're going, and where they've come from. Another part of me has simply sat here wondering why we need to be able to: first of all, know where the trains are (I can't think of *any* reason, since they run every couple of minutes) and second of all why we want to be able to watch them on the Internet.

That's just one of the wonders of the Internet, though, isn't it? Developing the whole... pointlessness of the Internet.

What I want to do is sit here and tell you about how GREAT everything is.

If I look out of the window, I can see sun. I'm sat here in a T-Shirt and shorts and I should be really happy. That, itself, though is the problem.

I'M SAT HERE

I've got NOTHING to do.I'm trying my best to create things to do - just the other night I bought BBQs, loads of meat and cooked it all and fed some people. It lasted a few hours, and I went to sleep after a bottle and a half of wine feeling better. Then I woke up, and discovered that it was another day of nothing.

I'm not trying to say that it's anyone's fault. I'm just not used to being like this: I need a project, a job, or something - just to keep me entertained. Most of all, I need attention and interaction with other people or I do actually start to go insane.

Never before, I don't think, have I dedicated so much time to trying to create things to do. My phonebook has been scoured hundreds of times, texts sent and generally texts receieved.

But you can't expect the world to entertain you all the time, can you?

I was in the shower.

My place of sanctuary. My place of inspiration. My place of choice. His too.

With the warm water carefully finding its way down my body - down the little dip in my back. Past my poor excuse for an arse that he left me with.

Lean back. Head under. The extra hot water, heated in a place I hate in a place I love melting the remnants of yesterday's style. Pride. The interupting horrible noise more familar at 4am and the the panic that the clip board or folder gave me.

Probably only there to give her something to hold on to, as she carefully prized away one of my few securities with just a few words, a garbled misunderstood message and a need to try and help me in any way possible.

Just 5 minutes before, I had turned the shower dial until it said 3. The magic number. The nearest to scalding you can get without actually burning.

"There's stuff everywhere, but you're welcome to come in"

An explosion. A feeling of craving. And then - a smile. Lauren Who Is Not On Twitter. The washing up. That bloody washing I'd been meaning to do for days. San Miguel.

An incredible feeling of calm, and a knowledge that everything was going to be fine.

A lack of time.

The alarm clock had rung. I'd like to make myself believe. That planet earth turns slowly. Keep my door open just a crack. I'm far too tired to fall asleep. I've got misty eyes as they say farewell.

Crazy as it seems, I won't feel as low as I will right now. At least that's what I'm telling everyone. I'll take the pieces and build them skyward.

I hope I'm doing it right.