Had a good sleep which I think makes all the difference, and today am determined to do something which isn’t faffing about on facebook (and definitely isn’t shopping which does sort of limit my options). Maybe go and sit in the library at the Cultural Foundation. They’ve got three copies of Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own and other essays there. Also, the coffee shop serves fairly average coffee but is rather atmospheric.
In other news, flickr is bl*cked again. Technically, it’s always been bl*cked, but there was a little f*ref*x add-*n which worked around the bl*ck somehow or other. Of course it was only a matter of time until the phone company worked out how to make the add-*n not work. But still, it was a contributing factor to my sadness, I’m sure.