Tuesday 8 May 2007

This day

Today will be a good day.

Because I said so.

Thursday 3 May 2007

Thursday and counting

So I woke up at 5.30am with thr intention of getting straight to work. But by the time I had done bowels and cats, it was 6am. Time may wait for no man but it fucking flies for woman. I then hit the computer with a vengeance and tried to be creative with a newsletter. I spent ages "being creative". It ended up looking really similar to the not creative version. So I ate and ate and ate. Then I bathed. I fell asleep in the bath. When I woke up, all cold and disorientated, I sloshed out the bath and ate. Then I phoned a take away place to order more food. Now I am going to work on my next project, while I contemplate the nature of my food obsession and my desire not to go out to a singles evening. Ugh.

Wednesday 2 May 2007

work it

I can't buckle down to work. I am going to be destitute, living on the streets and forced to become a prostitute to make money. (Optimism is not my middle name.)

Hey Booklooking!

Some people fit into the supermodel mode. They do glamorous at the drop of a hat. I just drop the hat. Actually I don't even wear hats. I am not traditionally goodlooking but I am what I call booklooking. Don't attempt to look this word up in the dictionary. It could be harmful to your health.

Booklooking is more than a bibliophile on the rampage. The real booklooker cannot breathe without the knowledge that they have something of interest to read, tucked somewhere safe. Actually there must be at least three books on the go, as well as magazines and other reading stuff. When times are tough even pamphlets will do. It is amazing how many paving companies there are (that comes courtesy of the homebuilders pamphlet).

A booklooker needs to read. It is an addiction. It isn't about being high brow and wowing people with your immense knowledge of the latest Booker Prize. Marian Keyes rates as highly as that person that wrote The God of Small Things. (Authors tend to blur after year 15.) Some of us indulge in crack (now what was that about builders), for others the nicotine stain leads life. For me it is reading material. I have even resorted to reading the back of shampoo bottles while on the loo in a friend's house.

But I am in dispair. There seem to be no good books. I want something that will transport me out of this world. But nothing has crossed my vision in the last 6 months. Forget boys, where have all the good books gone? I dont want clever... that leaves me rooted in this world... or a book that doesnt carry me off... but nothing... although I have now resorted to trawling the children's section at the local Exclusive Books. Roald Dahl is always a good bet and his books are worth collecting. Even if his name sounds like an Indian dinner.