In any case, I hate today.
I'm still furious at my bank, and will be having a chat to them today. If I get nowhere, I'll be switching banks. This is just ridiculous.
I'm not impressed with myself. I got up later than usual, and didn't have much time to prepare lunch, let alone do all the other stuff I promised myself I'd do this morning. GRRR.
The computer has frozen three times since firing it up at 9:00 this morning. GRRRRRRRRRRR!
Just... nothing is going right today.
On the brighter side, my week long break from writing is now officially over and, although I feel like doing nothing but watching more Qi, I will begin writing Ethan Cadfael (The Battle Prince) today. W00t!
I'm going to try for my usual 3 000 words a day, but I'm not going to kill myself over it. This project, after all, is supposed to be just for fun. I plan on self-publishing it, as I don't feel too many people would read it and the target audience is far too narrow to interest any publisher in any case.
Right, there's very little to report, so I'm just going to give you your Forgotten English and get on with it.
A person who brings bad luck. From Italian jettatore.
- Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1901