Dreadfully tired again, again unable to sleep. Spent an awful lot of my life like this, an awful lot.

Never been much for psychological novels, tiresome melange of the obvious & the arbitrary for the most part, realistic enough in their way, I suppose, not that that's much of a recommendation.

Been feeling a bit dragged down by others' lack of imagination, more to be pitied than censured, getting more fanciful flights in lately, anyway, short ones, mostly, for the moment.

I was born on the side of a hill.