So last night I didn't sleep until I knocked myself with a sleeping pill and even then it took an abhorrently long time, when GUESS WHAT, I couldn't get out of bed again in the morning early enough to go to the gym (this is probably just as well as I am INCREDIBLY FUCKING SORE), and took myself off to, as mentioned on Tumblr, pay a man £200 (plus ( Read more... )

Everything is very frustrating. After two days of basically doing very little but sleep (Friday evening I went to Kaspa's, on the bus, and read some of my book; Saturday afternoon I went to the train station cafe and to the pub, both just around the corner from me, and ditto) I then couldn't sleep particularly well Saturday night but was still ( Read more... )

Last night: after writing for a bit in one cafe, met up with Jess for coffee (having to explain repeatedly that I was in the food store literally visible from her workplace which she had somehow never noticed existing despite me talking about it on several occasions) dressed like this:


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Monday:Gym - I manage to get to the barbells despite the late hour. SUCCESS. New run pattern surprisingly OK. Entire business surprisingly OK ( Read more... )

GENERAL UPDATE: First draft of Sussicran: A Love Story is complete. Tick tick.
Editing of first draft of Heavy continues ( Read more... )

Merry thing, I am still annoyed that KKBB didn't get the fandom it deserves but it's still a very watchable film, Lindsay and I jointly won Cards Against Humanity against Jess and the stuffed pig (who won last year and should not be discounted as a viable opponent). Breakfast was muffins and salmon, cream cheese, scrambled eggs, and champagne; ( Read more... )

Things I have read recently that I remember reading ( Read more... )

I started reading "A Slip Of The Keyboard", collected nonfiction by PTerry, as a way to fill the dead space between editing and writing, because it's low-impact and all the pieces are short ( Read more... )

1. i out to read the new rivers of london book ( Read more... )

I'd write up Saturday but then I'd have to remember everything I said and did and I'm already embarrassed (why did past me think three bottles of wine was an acceptable amount of wine to drink, why do I not have a built-in limit like a normal person, why did I humour the astrology nut, why am I incapable of not making an ass of myself, why do I ( Read more... )