I’m in a dark mood.

I’m sullen and uncooperative.

All yin, where’s the yang?

Tomorrow has to be better. I need chocolate.

Sucky suck suck!

How frustrated I am at myself for:
a) Eating loads of crap
b) Being a lazy sod
c) Not writing
d) My infernal weakness for the married man
e) Taking on projects for others when I should concentrate on my own stuff

Serious extended family issues, which I can’t discuss further.
Suffice to say that Tolstoy was right that every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

I’m so bored, and unfulfilled. I don’t know where I’m going.

I have too much time in which to think about stuff now.

I’m remembering lots of my dreams now; sometimes I “remember” something then realise that it happened in a dream, not in reality.

I think too much.

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Nothing about Seinfeld (which used to be my favourite sitcom, before the guy who played Kramer went on that racist rampage). I just felt like saying that…

Had chicken noodle soup last night. There were no actual chicken pieces in it, just essence of chicken I guess. If I’m being totally accurate (and I should, cos I’m reading the Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, and the protagonist is very anxious that people are totally factual) the soup is actually called “Cock Soup”. I’m not lying, I’ll go and take a pic of the packet in a moment for you. It’s a lot spicier than the usual chicken noodle soup. You didn’t really need to know all that, but it’s my blog and my rules.

The central heating in our house is not working properly at the moment. By a process of elimination we’ve deduced that the pump is defective. We’re using portable heaters instead, which are using up our electricity fast. It also makes me feel like I’m in a rented hovel, rubbing my hands together for heat. I’ve just reminded myself of the story of the Little Matchgirl who used matches to keep warm…