I had a great sleep last night.
I awoke this morning full of the joys of life and rearin’ to go.
Today is supposed to be the worst day of the year when all the credit card bills pour in after Christmas, and all the resolutions have failed, but fuck that says I – I’m in good form, and it’s staying that way.
There are a couple of people who have been nagging me for information, and I have been putting them off. So I banged off the required stuff to my probation officer and to the tax people, and decided to do some real work.
I put my fingers on the keys, to do some typing, and the fuse blew.
I’m not talking about the power fuse. I bypassed all those years ago. I’m talking about the mind fuse.
I have things to do. I have things that I want to do [and there is a difference]. But I cannot summon up the mental energy to do them.
I’d say it was the half bottle of whiskey last night, but Pullit had the other half, and he’s fine, so it’s not that.
I’d say it was the tobacco I enjoyed yesterday, but it’s not that.
I don’t know what it is. I am finding it very irritating.
I’d go on about it at length,
but I couldn’t be bothered…..