Started writing again.
I don't know why I get into these long, extensive ruts during which I achieve absolutely nothing- I forget how great I feel when I'm regularly writing.
It does turn me into this anti-social sleep-deprived caffeine-whore, but this is far preferable to being mentally dormant for months at a time.

I have come to the conclusion that I am just a lazy, lazy person.
For this reason, I have made a pact with myself to spend some time alone each day, writing.
All form of writing, other than blogging, on the computer has been banned-
there are too many possible distractions (msn, facebook and the like) to take my mind off my writing.
There is something somewhat magical about the way a pen slides across paper, a direct flow of idea from the mind to the page.
It is a beautiful thing;
something that is almost entirely lost when writing on the computer.

There's a job opening as a waitress in a cafe in the local shopping centre.
I should really finish my poor, neglected resume and apply.
Something else to put on the to-do list, I suppose.