sheldrake

Well. It's amazing what a mere six-and-a-half hours sleep can do for a person. I tackled today head on like the tricky bastard it was, and now the rest of the week looks, well, survivable, if not exactly full of myriad pleasures and delights. Ha! And I did driving this evening and everything and I did not collapse weeping at ANY POINT during the day! Hooray!

I think I've been having one of my mini mid-life crises this week. Luckily it didn't last long.

Last night I dreamt my dad showed me his novel, and it was really terrible and I didn't know what to say. I think it was about spies in the future, or something. Which, on reflection, sounds ace! My dad actually has written at least two novels. He won't show them to anyone, and he won't send them to publishers because he claims they're 'not ready yet', and anyway, he's incapable of writing a synopsis. Things have remained in this state for a decade, if not longer.

Um ... in case you were wondering, this is all part of my attempt to Post More, so as to in some way justify the money I just spent on 12 months paid journal time, in addition to eventually spamming you all to death. Look out for parade of pointless polls and garish icons coming your way soon.

In conclusion, someone needs to stop sophrosyne31 from leaving the country, because I say so.

ps. I've got a Black Books box set, so ner.