later. threeish. I'm feeling upbeat. I went to the gym, went to a meeting, bought the papers, had a light/moderate lunch (well, as near as I can get, for now), and am tidying my house. there's a certain delight in the simplicity of just tidying up... dont' know why. more later.

btw, I don't know if weblinks work or not, or how to do them, or anything. so I thought I'd try this - just read about it in the Sunday Times. apparently it's the latest in gossip from the fashion world and what's happening with the Cond Nasties. Now i know why I've been having sleepless nights.

it's sunday morning, nearly 9am (there is a slight time difference between north london time and BlogTime... go figure).

I've been up for a half hour or so. My friend Tom texted me at 0830 and said he'd emailed me a pic, so I forwent Letter from America (on Radio 4) to come get my mail.

I have a dilemma. (another one, I hear you say?) I promised myself i would go to the gym today before i go out at 11am. it's 9ish, i'm up, i'm not doing anything else, but the compulsion is to go back to bed, watch TV, call some friends. anything, in fact, except the gym. partly becuase now everyone else has made new year's resolutions (mine's not, honest, I've promised myself this for like two years) you can't get on a f***ing machine for skinny people in matching kit who don't sweat.

aaarrrrggggghh. I need my mummy. i need someone else to make the decision for me. i need someone to TELL me what to do (but more about that whole control thing later).

OK OK... I'm going. I'm not. I am. He loves me. He loves me not. bugger it. I'm off. see you later. oh, and get out of bed lazy. xxx

OK, 3.22... it took longer than i thought. so much for instant gratification.

well, i decided to blog at 2.45 (1445 to you post-imperialists) and now it's 2.53 and I'm posting. the wonder of the internet. or the ease of the telecommunications age. or something.

so what's this for? a space for me to witter? to share on a "better out than in" basis? (tho I'm never that sure about therapy culture, but I'm sure i'll talk more about that later). you can over-share, right? busy hunter-gatherers never went to AA or had twice weekly freudian therapy. god I am wittering.

what am i going to do here? good question. these are the things on my mind (in no specific, tho probably inherently meaningful, order):

CENSORED

that's me. my first blog. welcome. sit down, get coffee - or maybe herbal tea, everthing is carcinogenic nowadays - or maybe just a short drink, as i haven't said much.

OK, OK it's 3.04.. it's gonna take me a while to get into this.