Well guess what? An hour and a half of Mathematical Philosophy didn't help matters - maybe I should just go to bed?
It's strange. When I'm sitting in that little breakfast nook, with my morning paper and Handspring, I can write and (if I may be permitted a little immodesty) write well. But when I'm sitting in front of my big honkin' desktop, looking at the same stuff I was working on not but a few hours before, it doesn't feel the same, and I can't get going again.
See, this is why I think trading my desktop for a laptop would be a good thing for my 'writing life.' It'll allow me to have a more powerful system when I go mobile, and write just about wherever I am. Assuming the muse hits, of course. That way I could pull out my full-featured word processor whenever the moment strikes - man, that would be nice.
This has been one of those days - aside from being slow, or perhaps as a result - where you get upset because people aren't at your beck and call. It's not a rational thing, of course - but since when is humanity rational? Either my reading isn't exciting (why couldn't this author have written a better book?!), or my friends aren't around (why aren't you there when I ring?), or the crowds using the TTC are going out of their way to get into mine (c'mon, don't make me late - please?).
One of those days where you just want to go back to bed (which, of course, is a cliché so old that I'm feeling even worse about today for having used it). It would've been nice had the sun been out, like it was last week; but even the weather is conspiring against me.
Ah well - tomorrow is another day, and, with luck, a better one.
Oh - one good thing? Tonic.
Tonic, Tonic, Tonic. And even more Tonic. Seriously, the only redeeming part of my day was their music. Give 'em a spin if you get a chance.
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