I blame the blonde hair. It's contagious.
Woke up in a miserable mood this morning. Suspect continuing inability to draw, vast and terrible nature of job-list, feeling of being hemmed in, and soemthing I can't quite put my finger on is to blame.
There was a dream, too. I had to work in the shed and people kept on talking to me. The shed wasn't really suitable for working in and I did want to talk to them but I had to get the shed sorted out before I could start working and I just couldn't concentrate on that and the talking, and so on.