i am getting myself into a funk over work and such. this is no good. i will count my blessings instead, if you'll excuse the use of an overly religious motif. and even if you won't, you moaning bastard.

• i have a clear path through my room to my bed without stepping on CD cases or piles of paperwork
  [uninspiring start]
  
• the latest drugs are not giving me stomach problems - hooray
  
• it's been quite sunny and warm
  
• i'm still occasionally going to the gym, though i should go more
  [ah, the veneer is slipping]
  
• i have lots of nice friends, more than most people i think
  [that's better]
  
• i have enough money and a nice flat
  [when it comes down to it that's pretty cool]
  
• the Mandrake 9.1 installation at home went well
  [okay, that's probably enough]

pigs are fat and pigs are kind
and pigs are seldom clean.
a snout in front and tail behind
and bacon in between

dunno who wrote that - belloc, maybe?

jersey royal new potatoes (small) boiled with fresh mint and drained,
good quality unsalted butter added while they are warm,
Maldon sea salt and black pepper,
half a hard-boiled egg chopped up,
light french mayonnaise,
fresh chopped chives.

the above recipe (which is in fact doogie's famous potato salad) is brought to you instead of the intended posting this evening which was going to be very drearily banging on about how much time i'm spending at work and in a voluntary capacity becoming so frustrated i am sometimes reduced to tears, and how i wake up in the night wondering if i've pissed myself because the bedclothes are soaked with sweat, and how that upsets me even more because actually right now quite a few things are going very well outside the realms of work and love, and how i'm probably more than anything very very tired, but can't get a decent night's sleep no matter how much pent up frustration i relieve using internet porn.

eat while still slightly warm.