Which reminds me, apologies to those of you who've e-mailed me recently - I'm struggling with that sort of thing at the minute. ickle, I particularly want to get hold of you, and I wonder if there's any chance I could maybe call you or encourage you to get MSN or something, anything that's (for some unknown reason) a bit easier than e-mail? It's all right if not, though, I shall get past this soon enough, I'm sure.
Hmm. I feel underwhelmed by the world and in need of writing 15-year-old poetry and pretending I'm going to do something stupid. I really am going back to bed. I probably won't sleep, but at least I won't be writing Posts of Desperate Angst or anything. Days like this make my teeth ache.