Two things.
One is that I have moved hosts; hopefully this will be completely and utterly transparent so there will be no issues and that by the time you read this everything will be functional and delightful.
The other is personal. I do not usually write about personal things here; in truth I am not fond of blogs which consist of existential angst and what I did last weekend. However (there is always a ‘…but’ in any statement of that form) I do want to say something about coffee.
Up to the first third of last year I drank coffee about once every quarter. However, halfway through last year, for various reasons I probably won’t get specific about, I upped the ante and drank around four cups of the boiled mud per day.
Going from spasmodic to a four-cup regular is a huge leap. I do not enjoy coffee; I call it boiled mud for a reason. It does, however, seem (I am aware of studies that dispute the actual power of coffee) to play a role in vitalising me (a role, methinks, better suiter to a finer cut of powder… like cocaine…) and I took up coffee because I was not happy living in the flat I was currently in and so needed something to keep me working throughout the day and well into the night. Coffee was the stimulant (a decision helped out by the fact that it was freely available where I work).
The reason I mention this is that becoming a coffee-user (as opposed to a coffee drinker) ruined my work habits. I worked long days and slept most mornings. I did too much work, in that I would focus on one task, complete it to a standard and then move on, unaware that some (admittedly only a few in my case) of these tasks benefit from taking eight to twelve hour breaks.
I’ve stopped drinking coffee regularly now. To stop myself from going back to it I’ve restructured my working day so that I go in to work much earlier and I get home at a reasonable time. I am reclaiming my evenings as my non-work spaces so I can get back to doing those things that make me happier. This will mean more writing (I have been working on ‘Lord Morrisey Morrisey’ plays for a while now but little else) and hopefully more socialising.
Well, that was oddly serious and personal.
Ta ra.