Meanwhile...

Adciezl (who wanted ridiculous amounts of money for earlier books) seem to have vanished into the aether, or at least no longer are trying to flog my book, nor The Leaky Establishment.

I got my fifth annual Public Lending Right statement, and for once they are actually going to pay me some money... as they've dropped the threshold to £1. Not sure what I'll splash out the £1.58 on. Pick and mix perhaps.


And suddenly, perhaps it's exhaustion, but my mood dropped almost exactly on the dot of 11.30pm. I know the trigger, which need not detain us, but it's depressing that it depressed me. In the past 48 hours (Monday and Tuesday) I've done exhausted, angry, happy, content, and now depressed. Probably the failure to get out of bed properly until gone noon should have cued me to the direction of the day.

Boing.

To think that yesterday (Monday) afternoon someone said, "Cheer up, it might never happen." And only about three hours after he had told me I was looking well. This I cannot believe. But I can't see how his first statement could be any use to man nor beast; if I've reason to be unhappy it's crass, if I haven't it's cliché and hardly Wildean.

On Looking Well

One thing that struck me after I bounced off the bottom in March/April 2004 was how many people told me I looked well. I certainly didn't feel well, and yes, there are occasions when the egoboo is what the doctor ordered.

There has only been one occasion - and that was back in exam season last year - when people told me I looked like shit and I should go home, retire to bed, do not pass go. I wish someone had rang alarm bells before Easter 2004, although perhaps I would not have heard them or believed them at the time.