Still suffering from the blahs...

...so I'm going to blame the weather. The sky's all stuffed up and it's made me feel all dozy and slow. For proof: I've written barely anything. And I had such hope yesterday!

I blame Doctor Who. Well, I blame it for most things, but definitely my currently laziness. Last night was the 'The Unicorn And The Wasp', an Agatha Christie episode. I loved it, voted it my first 5 out of 5 of the season and generally wore a big beam on my face for the rest of the evening. 

Then I went to the Forum.

Here's a piece of advice to any writer: whatever you do, don't go to any sort of internet community that builds itself around your product. Oh, you'll read lots of good stuff that makes you feel Pretty Special. But mostly you'll read a lot of rubbish that'll make you want to dash your head in with a brick of China Tea. 

It is true that most people like Doctor Who right now, apart from the fans.

But never mind that! I loved it, which is the only thing that really matters. But I did spend far too long, last night, refreshing the rating thread so that I could watch the voting numbers change. Good grief. I can reach new depths of obsessive behaviour so easily. It's almost scary.

Anyway, today I've spent reading 'The Murder of Roger Ackroyd.' I've no idea who the murderer is, but there's no surprise there because I've always been rubbish at figuring it out. It's why I like Agatha Christie so much (compare with M. Night. Whatsisface, whose twists I always spot in the first three minutes. I then spend the rest of the film looking out for the real twist, because I figure that if I can see it, it's too obvious to truly be the twist. So then I concoct ever more elaborate plots in my head, only to discover, in the final reveal, that I was right all along and that I've just wasted 90 minutes + of my life. This, you'll understand, is why I don't watch his movies anymore).

Reading is good. Therefore, I won't feel guilty for not having written yet. Besides, it's not yet five. There's still time.

Oh, and I almost forgot. I shouldn't apportion all the blame to Dr Who. It was the fault of tennis, too. Great match against Nadal and Djokovic yesterday. I am trying very hard to avoid the Hamburg final right now, played between Nadal and Federer. My blood pressure can't handle it...