| Ruts |
[Apr. 9th, 2003|02:24 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
| | drained | ] |
| [ | Reading |
| | Peter O'Donnell, Dragon's Claw | ] |
I didn't write anything yesterday and I'm hard pressed to think what to write today. That's not because nothing's happened. There have been a few things that I could certainly have squeezed an anecdote or a reflection out of - a commuter I misjudged on the train yesterday, a race up an escalator, a fire practice today. New graphics skills learned and a splash page for a new site built using them. And another five journalists killed in 24 hour period in Iraq. No words from me, though.
Why?
Tiredness, I think. Not firing on all cylinders. Such a high percentage of the available energy goes into just functioning that there's no room for deep thought or sparkling phrases. I - we - broke out of a rut when we went to St Ives and we've been battling ever since to stay out, but lack of sleep drops my feet down into it again.
I'm going to post this, eat my bagel (sesame seed with cream cheese) and drink my soup (spicy tomato), drop in on Nation States to see what my people are up to, and then work like a bastard for the next few hours to try and get away early.
Not so I can sleep, though. I have a meeting tonight that I have to get to. It never ends... |
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