the banquet for the shadows
Feb. 8th, 2011 06:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbAs I remember, February is my especial month for falling off the wagon.
Sad, really. But now that I've self-pitied my way through an unofficial four-day weekend, I appear to be capable of recognising that once more.
Time to get back on the horse. So to speak. Tomorrow I have work to do, and a judo session to attend, and a book to return to the library, and a set of emails to write. And a bunch of stuff to figure out with regard to the paper I need to write.
You know something? I really, really wish I had the emotional energy to write fictions, still. But hey. One day at a time, right?
Sad, really. But now that I've self-pitied my way through an unofficial four-day weekend, I appear to be capable of recognising that once more.
Time to get back on the horse. So to speak. Tomorrow I have work to do, and a judo session to attend, and a book to return to the library, and a set of emails to write. And a bunch of stuff to figure out with regard to the paper I need to write.
You know something? I really, really wish I had the emotional energy to write fictions, still. But hey. One day at a time, right?
