I've been feeling petulant today.
I think getting up an hour earlier is good. I start work an hour earlier and I get home an hour earlier, but changing my sleep pattern is still hard and I feel exhausted today.
I also feel aimless and weird and grey and useless.
I went to Te Papa at lunch time to get some writing done, like I did yesterday with great success. Today was hopeless. I wandered aimlessly through the museum and got one paragraph written. I stared at a Colin McCahon painting so long I started to like it.
My novel writing has lost velocity and my scatty brain can't handle it tonight. My legs are still stiff and sore from the weekend (although much better than they were on Sunday and Monday) and I am not even very excited about the film festival.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is out on Saturday. I am cursing myself because I have a film festival movie booked at the same time as the release of the book and another movie right after it. I'll have to high tail it to Unity books after seeing Tales from Earthsea and have scant hours to read it before we have another movie at 6ish.
I wonder how long it will take me to read HP. I usually like to be super fast so that no one can spoil it for me.
I am going to sleep in tomorrow. It is going to be grand.
PoF: Tiger hoodie
CO: frustration with myself