Tackling the aranea

Good things I did yesterday:

• I wrote a column.
• I read most of the Guardian online before I got out of bed.
• I cooked dinner and ate it at the diningroom table for the first time in days.
• I did not play a single game of spider solitaire for the first time in I don’t know how long.

Stupid thing I did in the early hours of Thursday:

• Instead of going to bed around 1am, I decided (for no good reason) to have a game or two of spider solitaire before retiring.

If you are following closely, you will know there was nothing written and posted on Thursday. That’s because I sat on the sofa all night and most of the day playing god knows how many games, pausing only to pee, put another piece of wood on the fire, fetch more wood from the shed, grab a snack.

Why, why, why? I have no bloody idea. All I know is this: When it got to 5:30am I decided it wasn’t worth going to bed. Huh?

It’s been more than two years since I had a properly focussed attempt to overcome my singularis aranea proclivitas. (Click on the link if you want to find out what the hell that means.) Perhaps it’s time to have another go. Okay, let’s take it one day at a time. I will not play spider solitaire today. Somehow I will instead get shit done. Watch this space.

Oh, if you’re looking for something else to read on this short post day…

I wrote yesterday about an idea I had for a short film script, one of three which was eventually rejected in favour of another idea. I couldn’t actually remember what the successful idea had been, so I searched my old Birkbeck files on the computer and found the winner. Here it is, in case anyone is vaguely interested.

Lost and Found