sheldrake

I'm really tired this evening. Can't be bothered sentences.

Anyway. Reason recent reticence. Tired of own ranting and angry talking sad things. Gone to ground. Buried head in sand. Pulled wool over own eyes. Went back under bedclothes.

Try for positive! Unexplained recent positive:

Radio: John le Carré, Attenboroughs.
Books. Brave Roman boys on noble quest.
Tickets for Russells.
Singing.
Battlestar G.
Beer festival. Mmm, chocolate orange beer. Friendly folky beardy men.
Friend's beautiful wedding, idyllic sunshine, butterflies etc. Friendly folky beardy men.
Chilli on plate.
Chilli on plant.
Sharing lolcat love.
Knitting Seaman's Cap.
Tomorrow: Keyboard buying for musical playing.

I still heart Ray Kowalski.

*sinks into apathy*

Ah, there's nothing like a good night's sleep. And that, haha, was nothing like a good night's sleep.

Also, we just had what appeared to be a town-wide power cut from 5am to 7.15am. Luckily I was awake and therefore untroubled by the lack of working alarm clock.

How I look forward, now, to a full day of soul-sucking work. (Yes, I suck souls for money, what of it?)

Hmm. Today I am mostly foul-tempered, bitter, intolerant, tired, cross and self-absorbed. Oddly, I've only just noticed this -- I actually wandered through the day thinking I was quite cheerful. I had things I was going to do tonight, but none of them are going to get done because I'm too tired and fed up. I don't even know why I'm writing this. Why am I writing this? Oh, how annoying everything is!

I could probably do with a holiday really.

[insert all manner of moroseness in here, I can't be bothered]

Today was a day of new fun things to think about and old boring things to do. It was also Monday. I'm tired now.

I have enquired about joining a choir! A choir enquiry! How exciting! I don't know whether they'll let me in yet, though. Yes, stupid choir programme gave me Choir Nostalgia. I hope they let me in, they're doing Orff's Carmina Burana. I want to do Carmina Burana, damnit! I found another choir that actually meets at the church down the road from me, but they look a bit scary. They have this new young, dynamic director, and speak of something called 'high standards' on their website. Whereas this other one advertises itself as 'friendly', and has a special Training Choir for people who are scared and haven't sung since they were fifteen and toured France in a fog of bewilderment, getting lost in hypermarkets and dancing with uncouth cornet players in youth hostel discos. Ah, the memories...

Another thing I'd like to do: finish some of the stories in my Work in Progress folder. Plenty to choose from, as there appear to be 78 files within. 78. Some of them are only one sentence long, though.

It's no good, I'm going to have to give up Proper Work. Would anyone like to sponsor me to finish stories and do singing and make soup?

Ok, now we have a combination of punk music, fireworks and church bells. Shut the FUCK UP, the lot of you!

Yes, I am suddenly very tired and annoyed. What of it?

And another thing. I really don't know why I kid myself thinking I'm ever going to write anything ever again, seeing as how I am constantly either too busy/too tired/too lazy. I think I might just give up on that idea. *negative muttering that goes on forever*

OH I AM REALLY QUITE GRUMPY AND FED UP NOW YES THANK YOU.

Sorry if I owe you comments or emails - too tired to type words that make sense.

Ok, for some reason I appear to be watching Maid in Manhattan. This film is so incredibly DUMB my eyes have actually spontaneously combusted, drilled themselves back into my head and are now in the process of growing out of my scalp like hair. They are attempting to roll themselves at the carpet.

See - no sense here.

lazlet has declared it Post Every Day Week. Just now, I vote we change this to SEDW. Sleep Every Day Week.

Yes.

More scintillation anon.

so tired can't move legs or do sentences.

I am sitting here doing nothing. I can't even be bothered to eat anything. I know I'm tired, but this is ridiculous. Actually, I'm very tired. I cancelled my driving lesson. I was so tired at work I did everything very badly. But I must go and forage.

Tell me something fun, I beseech you, for when I come back from foraging.