The weather. I am under it.

God, I feel crap. Indeed, I feel so crap I am mooching around the house going "God, I feel crap," which is always a giveaway.

Didn't want to get out of bed this morning; having done so, it feels like a singularly fruitless venture. I have written effectively nothing, for the first time in six weeks. Done some necessary admin stuff, but only the kind that leads inexorably to more admin, so it doesn't feel like an achievement.

I just tried to declare a lunch-break, to make some positive pivot in the day, but I don't really want to eat. Sigh.

And yes, of course I'm going away this weekend. Did you really need to ask?

PS - revised Blue Room reading date

Damn, forgot, the reason for posting: I've just heard, my reading at the Blue Room here in Newcastle has been changed, from Dec 2nd to Nov 4th. Still upstairs at the Bridge. (Well, I didn't actually hear, so much as see it in their newsletter; they sort of forgot to discuss it with me, but hey. I can flex.)

Hope you-all can still come...

Furthermore...

In other news, my VCR (yes, I am a dinosaur; why do you ask?) appears to be on its last legs. I thought, if I could do nothing else, I could watch taped episodes of House; but there are all these hiatuses (hiatii? Haiti?) where it seems to have jammed for five or ten seconds, frozen picture and no sound. Except that the tape clearly hasn't stuck, it's actually recorded five or ten seconds of freeze-frame, which is a bit weird. I would put it down to interference on the cable, but it hasn't happened when I've been watching live, only on the recorded channel, and for three nights consecutively. I dunno, maybe it's a loose connection somewhere (the cats do spend a lot of time jumping on & off the set-top digibox, trying to knock it to the floor); but I'm going to cost those DVD recorder thingies anyway. Not that I can afford one. Can't afford anything. Sigh. Remind me again, why ain't I rich...?

Sheesh, but I do not want to write today. I've just looked at all my current projects consecutively, and none of them is stuck, I know where I'm going with each of 'em - and nothing. I sit and gaze at 'em, and the well is empty. Which it has not been for sooo long, I'd forgotten almost that this can happen.

Maybe I'll go for a walk, see if that makes any difference. Maybe I'll go to the shops. I can't feel any crapper out there than I do in here...