A bit of retail therapy today, in anticipation of being skint very soon (said therapy pretty much guarantees that!). Most importantly, I bought a new jacket for while the weather is still a bit bobbins: I won’t describe the horror that was my only other coat suited to the weather, but suffice it to say this was a necessary purchase.
I’ve been trying to track down someone who would move the rest of my stuff into the flat for less than £50. This is an uncertain situation at the moment, but even if it does cost £50, it’s being done next Thursday or Friday. I hope I can get it cheaper, but enough’s enough.
I decided to re-read some H.P. Lovecraft recently. I realised it’d been about ten years at least since I’d read any of his stuff—I have a three-volume set of his work I bought eons ago.
I must admit, while I always found the material conceptually fascinating, I used to have some problems reading it. Not sure why. Anyway, reading some of it again, I found it very easy. I don’t know if it depends on my mood whilst reading or whether my approach to it is different now. In particular, I enjoyed Beyond The Wall Of Sleep, since I have an idle interest in dreams anyway. Great stuff.
I don’t read enough these days, so I’ll be reading some more. Lack of positive, creative stimuli is probably responsible for my own diminished creative output.