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I've noticed a habit developing: mornings are not for work. I spend most of the day running errands and doing other things, and only sit down to write when it's dark and there's not many hours left in which I can plausibly claim "I wrote today". This is not because I'm a night-person; this is because I'm a procrastinator. Being conscious of your faults may be the first step, but that second step — doing something about it — is still bigger.

I am also stalled on a sudoku puzzle. This is not helping my frustration levels. Do you know how many productive things I could be doing, instead of poring over these numbers? Do you know how impossible it is for me to walk away from an unfinished puzzle?

I saw Charlie & the Chocolate Factory today, and enjoyed it far more than I expected. Even if Depp does sport an odd hair-style.