10.11.05..8:50 pm

Tonight there's a Nano Write In meeting down in Holloway. Did I say I would go? You betcha! Am I going? I only wish I had the energy. I've been very good at getting up early lately, but I've been averaging about six hours a night, five if you discount the amount of times I wake up coughing fitfully, and only four if you discount the lying in bed awake and fretting. It's been leaving me shattered by the time I get home from the money-exchange. Also, the money-exchange has asked I do an extra eight hours tomorrow. Fab as in need of the cash. Shit because it means eight hours less that I've got to spend being a literary geee-nius.

So tonight I stay in. And write. Until I go to the pub with Sybille. There's only so many coherent phrases a girl can get through on so little sleep...

ps, squeeky has bought a scooter. More power to her, but when can I have one? I weep into my fist and curse my depleting bank balance

pps, Have managed to pay off a whole ₤800 from my credit card bill! I have nothing left in my bank account and I've another ₤200 to go, but Huzzah! for me!