So now

I've been working at The Ecologist this week and everything there is organic, re-used and recycled.

For the first time in my life, I was actually worried when I bought a packet of peanut cookies for everyone and was afraid that the packaging was made entirely with plastic.

People turn the lights off when they exit the kitchen and there are green and red bins to tell you what sort of rubbish goes where to get recycled.

Suddenly I feel like I've been living like an irresponsible citizen all my life and my eyes have finally been opened to the holy grail of the conscience consumer.

So now, where do I begin?

Lots have exciting things have happened, including an amazing trip to Venice where it feels like you're living in a painting and everything is impressionistically surreal, surviving the worst bout of violent food poisoning ever in my life, getting paid for the first time by News International (a nice sum of 100 quid!) for my story, getting ** and having an amazing heavy weekend, and meeting lots of interesting people since...

I have a ridiculously long to-do list scribbled in all my random notebooks, scraps of paper, my mini-diary (which I keep taking along, meaning to buy a proper one for ages, only to realize a quarter of the year has already passed - how the fuck did that happen), emailed to myself and the list keeps getting longer and time keeps passing quicker and I remain, somehow, stationary in my own transient, make-believe time frame, while everything rolls along mercilessly.

My mind is so cluttered and the only solution, I can think of, is to learn the skills of teleportation. Then I can save travelling time (fuck that) and whenever I think of something I could compel myself to do it right there and then, instead of pushing it to the back of my mind with various excuses.

I wish people will stop writing in cliches - but I guess they are cliches for a reason huh.

I've recently learnt to write quicker, I think.

I have so much left to write.