sheldrake

I just wrote a whole bunch of stuff about my days off work, and then looked at it and the words made me tired and bored, so I deleted the lot. Instead, I will write some other ones:

Things include fear of interacting with humans, especially ones I don't know. Why can I do this sometimes and not others? I'm aware that I've missed out on some probably fun events lately because I couldn't make myself get up and leave the house and go to the things, and this seems a shame, and also a bit pathetic. But you know - people might have looked at me or near me, and spoken to me, or not spoken to me, and who can imagine a worse fate than that? Horrifying.

Nigel Slater's mushroom and pesto lasagne is delicious, and I made the pesto myself from basil I grew. Also I got a Paul Hollywood book for a penny while buying a present for someone else. Bake!

Things include problems with thinking all my writing is trite and thin and awful, and I should probably stop trying to do it, but I want to do it, but it's hard, but I like it, but I hate it? What?

Imaginary Boys is a sweet radio play by Paul Magrs. It's still on iPlayer for the next few days if you can get that - I really enjoyed it. I also really like Paul Magrs' blog, although it made me accidentally go elsewhere on the internet and buy an out of print children's book I hadn't heard of. My favourite blogs are the ones that make me do this.

Things include I am addicted to lemon curd.

Continuing my proud tradition of being extraordinarily late to the party, I've now seen Iron Man, the third X-Men film, and Up. *is finally able to understand more references on Tumblr*

And now I must end this and throw myself into a swamp.

I just wrote a whole bunch of stuff about my days off work, and then looked at it and the words made me tired and bored, so I deleted the lot. Instead, I will write some other ones:

Things include fear of interacting with humans, especially ones I don't know. Why can I do this sometimes and not others? I'm aware that I've missed out on some probably fun events lately because I couldn't make myself get up and leave the house and go to the things, and this seems a shame, and also a bit pathetic. But you know - people might have looked at me or near me, and spoken to me, or not spoken to me, and who can imagine a worse fate than that? Horrifying.

Nigel Slater's mushroom and pesto lasagne is delicious, and I made the pesto myself from basil I grew. Also I got a Paul Hollywood book for a penny while buying a present for someone else. Bake!

Things include problems with thinking all my writing is trite and thin and awful, and I should probably stop trying to do it, but I want to do it, but it's hard, but I like it, but I hate it? What?

Imaginary Boys is a sweet radio play by Paul Magrs. It's still on iPlayer for the next few days if you can get that - I really enjoyed it. I also really like Paul Magrs' blog, although it made me accidentally go elsewhere on the internet and buy an out of print children's book I hadn't heard of. My favourite blogs are the ones that make me do this.

Things include I am addicted to lemon curd.

Continuing my proud tradition of being extraordinarily late to the party, I've now seen Iron Man, the third X-Men film, and Up. *is finally able to understand more references on Tumblr*

And now I must end this and throw myself into a swamp.