But honestly, was I ever in?

I haven't written anything since Tuesday, mostly because I haven't had anything to write about. I nearly posted a bunch of different links over the last couple days but then I got lazy. Wednesday night was a success and friends did come over (I'm still working on the pseudonym's so back off). It was pretty good to hang out again. I'm into the uni holidays now and I've forgotten how to fill up full days of nothing so I've been practicing my sleeping techniques and I also got a book. Go team!

I wrote something yesterday mostly to get into the groove of writing and I think it shows fairly accurately how out of the groove I am now:

He rode off into the sunset waving his hat into the air. It was the first thing to catch fire. Flames licked the brim as it plunged into the sun. It was wholly consumed. His hand breached the surface of the boiling fire ball. His flesh melted and bubbled, cracked and burned. The liquid fire churned as his arm sunk in further. A deep tremble stirred in the bowels of the sun. It shook as his body pitched forward. He dived into the fire. There was a splash of flames as he disappeared.