Gimlé

This started out as one of those nasty, feel-bad, gunky days where your confidence in yourself and your work is so low that it views chatting up slimy earthworms as a major boost in social standing.

Thankfully it was slightly pulled up as I went into salvage mode (ignore it and just take it easy, that is) and spent a good part of lunchtime reading through Jane’s World archives.

Then I get an e-mail noting that my books are on their way from Amazon.

And then I get that new IBM keyboard that I had ordered (niiiice).

And I’ve just got a call from my friends to go meet them up at the pub tonight.

Which leaves me with no money but lots to read and a good keyboard to write on.

So, I still have the self-confidence of a crushed snail, but at least I feel happier about it.

Baldur. Clifton, Bristol.