I feel in some way that I've had a successful day because I've signed up for Guardian Soulmates (with some good advice from another Twitter friend), filed my first blipfoto journal (although its not working properly), counted birds in the garden and made some good food. I've also made a list of some things I have to do tomorrow on Monday morning. Those horrible phonecalls I've been putting off for some time. Chasing people to get them to do their job because apparently I have to shout the loudest to be seen. A very British quality is my reluctance to push myself forward.
I started off the day watching the tennis, thinking perhaps this time, Murray could do it. But again, something in his brain goes pop and he can't shake off that voice.
But if I really examine my day, so far I have actually achieved little of real consequence. No job applications completed being the most important thing I should be doing. Counting birds and thinking about books doesn't really cut it. Also making myself feel bad is another common trait. But I crack on with that which aplomb.
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