So that's all fun.
Writing it can be pretty fun though, when I allow it to. At the moment, it's painful again, both in writing the fucker, and reading it back.
I've been using this non-cycling period to read Stephen King's On Writing whilst commuting to work. Just now, trundling back home on the tube, I read the following paragraph from a short story within that made me chuckle...
"The job was quicksand. The day I started, it crept over my toes. Now, a year later, it had covered my mouth and was tickling my nostrils."
I chuckled - in a maniacal, sleep-deprived way - because I have written five chapters, FIVE FUCKING CHAPTERS, that says exactly the same thing but in excruciating detail, to the point where you either want to slash the main character's wrists (Ben Gefwola - no relation), or else cut your own head off instead.
And that's Bad for a light-hearted romp.
Back in the real world, my boss barracked me this morning for "looking like shit", insisting I fucked off and went back to bed. I didn't. Despite only - what - four hours sleep all week I was piqued that he told me to sod off home, so I stayed put. He did give me the day off tomorrow though - Three day weekend!
I went to the doctor's two days ago - I've had tinnitus for years and it seems to be getting worse, a constant hissing, as if I were dropped on my head as a baby and the throbbing stuck. But the overworked, indifferent doctor just shrugged. He didn't know what to do. So I went to the dentist yesterday. I'd read on some eardrops package that wisdom teeth could effect the ears, but the dentist said they weren't in my case, and booked me in to get another fucking tooth removed in June. (This time I'm going to get knocked out with gas. I'm damned if I'm going to be a brave ickle soldier and get five lucid injections punched into my gum by a scalpel wielding sadist.)
So that's that. I'm not sleeping much. I have several stags and weddings approaching in quick succession, one of which I have to make a speech at. I'm trying to read more too. Sex still eludes me. Jim Davidson and Jeffrey Archer are still cunts.
Oh, and my boss called at 6:15pm to say that he forgot he had an appointment and could I please not take the day off tomorrow.