Spinning Jenny Ondioline

Sometimes I despair at myself. I forced myself to watch more telly today than I usually do in a week, and I've been wound up like a clock, neck completely hosed and just generally feeling like I'm about to fall asleep and explode at the same time.

Go for a walk and it's all happy again. Duh. Looks like it's the pushbike to work next week.

I've also managed to lose my copy of Robert McKee's 'Story'. Buggeration. On the other hand, I found the Kate Bornstein.

There were other things, but I've forgotten what they were. Bum.