Feeling inexplicably out of sorts.

Either as a contributing factor or as a result, I'm having trouble choking down the regulation litres of water. Blergh!

Following the advice of the hellhound in my head, I'm going to go and repeat mentally "You will never be a fisherman!"/"Yes I will!"* until I feel better/go nuts.

*this is a line from a television advertisement for something-or-other vaguely Jamaican, from years ago. Slen will know. I am using it as jestermantra because it's funny. edit: Added link!

edit: Scratch the above - Cyclonus Power Metal (webradio station) is back up and they're playing When The Lights Go Down by Kamelot. Mood swing go uppp^ppp
Oh, and the visualising someone being slapped with a fish, for future reference, did work too.

So last night I did write the little thing that had been tickling at the back of my mind, and having nowhere else to put it, put it where it fit best (a storyboard made for stories).

It's not the other short I was writing, nor is it particularly original either (you'll see), but it is a story. Read it here.

And it comes with a free riddle, which is always good.

(There may be spoilers in the comments to this entry, so come back afterwards to join in the concrit.)