Please don't kill me

I am writing a book, don't shoot me. I have always said that I couldn't write a book because I would get half way through then get board and stop. I did once write the first bit of a book but my computer crashed and I lost it, that's why I hate technology. Anyway, I am writing a book despite the fact I will probably get board and a piece technology of I need to write it on will die I am going to do it- so there. I have written the first paragraph of the first chapter (I know, I  work at speed) and I might put it on here once I have edited it and got a piece of technology to check the spelling (the version of Microsoft Word I have on my laptop wont check spelling- bizarre).

On a side note, I am ill.

On another side note, I had to do a form assembly today on Martin Luther King; great man, awful assembly. I had to read a paragraph about The Civil Rights Movement, my form teacher had written it terribly so I wrote it again myslef- can't get the staff these days.

Thought for the day

Today my friend asked me "Sarah, would you have a mid life crisis at 40 or 50, if you had a choice?" Please don't ask me why she said this but it really got me thinking...

I have come to the conclusion that I would defiantly not have one at 50 because that's basically saying you think you will live to 100 (50 is half of 100, I think) and I find that rather big headed. So that leaves the other option, 40. I still think it's a bit big headed saying your going to live until 80 but by having it at 40 it gives you longer to recover and 'turn your life around'.

I think I should write a self help book.

**this blog is a joke please do not take offence, I know mid life crises can be very serious.**