Uhh...

*slumps on bed*

It isn't fair that some days I feel really motivated and manage to write 6500 words and start thinking that I've written something that isn't absolute shite, and then other days I just can't do it. Yesterday I wrote this wonderful story based around the idea of someone creating a giant fish finger, while today I have no ideas, no motivation, to little people talking to me, and i think I must have done about 500 words.

It's probably because I'm all nervy about going back to work tomorrow. It almost isn't worth it having a day off because its so nerve wracking going back the next day. Ugh. And also there's the horror of having to get up at 7am and brave the arctic temperatures outside. When is it Christmas already? Mind you, from looking round the shops, you'd think it already was christmas. That's what bugs me about it - you get Christmas shoved down your throat for the two months preceding it, and then when it actually is christmas you are so sick of it you wish it would just leave you alone and go back home. The holiday is nice though.

On the other hand, at least I have a new CD player so I can listen to music without having to log on to my computer and boot up Windows Media Player.

I suppose I ought to have another stab at writing something. I've got til 11... perhaps I could watch a DVD while I'm writing (with me, that can help. I was watching the Mighty Boosh yesterday and the words were just flowing out of me) and I could have a lovely cup of tea.