Chris Morris won a BAFTA last night for his short film My Wrongs Number 8245-8249 And 117 . That rules.

Other than that… all I can really think about is my ongoing illness and how, for a fit, non-smoking woman who exercises regularly and eats ‘properly’, my body is actually incredibly fragile.

I’m hoping *something* work-wise happens soon. I’m very very tired of all this running around. I need something regular for a while. It’s probably my precarious freelancing this year that made an otherwise normal flu/cold combination turn me into something resembling a TB patient… It’s not healthy to be a single mother without regular work! it’s incredibly stressful to be constantly needing to chase jobs… and then to be tossed coins for my efforts.

NOTE: I have kept most of my earliest blog posts private. They are mainly crap. I have, however, tried to make live at least one from each month.