Feeling a bit stagnant: that "I'm not wholely here" feeling you get when you spend a lot of time looking at a computer trying desparately to be clever and warm. I try so hard on the screen that when I actually talk to people it comes out all wrong; cold, flat, dry. So I've been trying not to see anyone in fear I might run out of things to say or start talking about John Marsden (the writer not the sex offender) and never stop. Did have a lovely new years though at beautiful Light Brigade Hotel; cocktails with lychees and yummy French food. Then the party we were going to go to had left so we sat in a park and listened to what sounded like Sydney exploding but was just the fire works.