Everyone Else

seems to blog more frequently than I do.

Writing as Therapy

Writing is not therapy. Please. Don't patronise me like that. Don't patronise yourself like that.

I need

a benefactor.

I blame Big Brother

George Galloway, specifically.

I haven't written much of my novel lately. That's bad, that is.

Quite a lot has been happening

but I can't really be bothered to blog it. I should apologise for that, but I don't feel guilty.

New Vocabulary

I have just heard the phrase 'nasal dilator' on British television. My God.

It's a ski-ing accesory of some description, I gather. There's ski-ing on telly gone three in the morning, and an Estonian is wearing a nasal dilator.

I jest not.

Bed

is where I should go now. I'd tell you what I've been doing all this time, but it really isn't very edifying at all, and you have better things to do than read about it, anyway.

Further to my Previous Post

I'd just like to point out that my use of diazepam is rare, and legal. Doctor-approved, in fact. So there.

My brain hurts

It often does, you know. I think that's fairly usual.

Public Service Announcement

Diazepam has really nasty side effects. Especially if you have slow metabolism. I don't actually understand the concept of metabolism, though.