Hark! The Herald Angel Sighs.

Today started with a sigh. I'm not too sure why but every day in the last two or so weeks has started with a sigh and not even two nights of water bottle cosiness sorted it out. Not much anyway.

Enthusiasm lately has been difficult to muster. I am slovenly. I dont know if it was going head, face and arse first into every brief like a tiny terrier yapping at every moving object that ended up consuming all my 'juice' before anything had chance to form into a nice portfolio piece or what, but I'm feeling pretty empty and confused about where the last few weeks have actually gone.

I haven't done any more work on the greetings cards since the friday crit. I haven't touched my poster design since the last crit on that. I made myself present at all of two ink room brief meetings and quietly abandoned it. Nothing came of the 'tart cards' that I was actually quite excited about making. I haven't given ISTD much thought since a quick-fire brainstorm upon first downloading the briefs. I haven't looked at DN&D at all. I haven't done anything more to my site. I haven't even been in to Goldust because Briony didn't need me and further still, didn't go in to document what I've already done there.

The only thing I have done is collected and shuffled around your links Derrick and posted shots of books that I've been buying, probably in a simple consumerist bid to get some endorphins into my bloodstream. In the present state of 'credit crunch' hanging over everything like dogma, this doesn't seem like too wise a habit to be amusing, much less the ninety-quid spent on second-hand books alone the past few weeks.

Tell a lie, I've finally got round to re-installed my mac OS, which hasn't made the slightest bit of difference to system speed or functionality, it just means the organisation of all my folders is now alien.

Briiilliant (delievered with a truck load of sarcasm please).

I thought I was a little better after my Poole second-handshop trawl and AIB paper-safehouse rentals. Yet here I type, feeling like I need some sweets, a nice patchwork blanket and a really stupid brainless film to kill off this bad mood.

Instead I'm going to flick through the library books I got without doing anything constructive, before letting them nest on my shelf for a while until they shout at me because they have lovely little goodbyes in the book-verbal form of "fine due".

Ergo, forgive the lack of updates, for I really have nothing constructive to update whilst in this particular trying-to-be-constructive-but-still-pretty-shitty state.

Maybe it's just that time of the month.