In sooth, I know not why I am so sad

Last week, I was fine. I was even happy with the book, even only halfway through; that never happens, I shoulda been hating it and I wasn't.

This week, though... Actually, it's still not the book. Not either of the books, the copy-edit or the new one. They're okay. Just, this gloom has been sneaking up on me all week, regardless. Irregardless, as people seem to say these days. And I don't know why; it attaches to nothing in particular, tho' there is quite a lot of Stuff aggregating around me at the moment, which makes me feel complicated and unsettled. I keep having to make phone-calls, which is not my natural state.

Oh, and they're not taking me to Melbourne, damn it - but I only heard that this morning, so it's not that that's upset me.

I dunno. Like Antonio, I just have non-specific gloom. And yup, it's wearisome.

In other news, as Lord knows we need some: when people have just started sleeping together, is it fair and just to call them newlybeds?