It's been on my mind a bit lately how FUCKIN PATHETIC my level of output has been lately. All I've done is made a feeble start on one story, a page or two and then there's the meagre contributions to this lot here. You have to ask yourself why and what happens is that I work the 12 hour days on Monday and Tuesday then it's a standard day on Wed and a wind down easy work day on Thu. Then celebrate my survival of another gruelling teaching schedule with as many drinks as I can fit Thu evening. Then recover Fri. Then do my domestic chores Sat. Then do nothing Sun. It feels set to continue this way til I roll on into the grave. Something has to happen but I don't feel anything out there.