God, what a day. Felt really low and depressed. It's so hard to keep going when I'm in this pit. I just feel like giving up entirely and going far away to a place where (a) no-one can contact me and (b) no-one can ask me to do stuff. Basically, I'm just not that interested. Still, the day crawled by somehow. Lunch with Julia was nice, and it was great to get out of the office.
After work, I popped into see Gladys in hospital, but only stayed for twenty minutes as she was very tired. It was good to get away early and get home, where I don't have to pretend any more. I am sick to the stomach of having to do the social thing all the time and be nice, nice, nice. God, it's crap.
Big moan though, as Lord H is out on his theology course tonight, and I could have done with someone in the house. Thank God for the soft toys - at least it's something to hug. And sod how sad that sounds - it's true. Oh, and two rejections for "Maloney's Law", which has made me even more depressed. The first from Gomer Press I could understand as they don't take non-Welsh stuff (even though another Welsh Press recommended I contact them - deep sigh. Bloody hell, don't these people communicate at all?). And a second rejection and a very snooty, condescending letter from Linen Press. B***h. I won't be trying them again. And I don't advise anyone else does either. What a cow.
This evening, I was going to do some more to "The Gifting", but I can't be arsed. I feel too low. And I also think I'm coming down with another cold. God, it must be nice to be healthy.