I don't want to not write, but I don't want to pick away at how things are - they're in some kind of limbo, let's leave it at that - and I'm not doing much to report back on, but here I am bashing away at the keyboard anyway, hoping that something arrives in my mind before I have to say goodbye to this already quite extensive sentence.

But it didn't, yet still I write, keep going, that's the morning pages law, isn't it, don't let having nothing to say stop you, keep going till the words that are backed up in your brain burst out onto the page.

But I don't want that so I'll fuck off for now and be back tomorrow.

Laters x

Grateful for: a healing yoga drop-in class; central heating; a fleecy skirt; feeling numb; not noticing till now that I haven't seen anyone all day