A bad day, the day before my birthday

Today is the day before my birthday. An Audi crossed into the cycle-lane almost forcing me off the road and then on the way home something punctured my tyre. At home, my teapot broke, I wanted to cook dahl but my recipe is in the notebook I dropped, cycling, last week.

I'm tired, I feel I have so much to do, I have so much on, the coming Easter holiday and my birthday just seem distractions. Bleak House is long, the pressure to finish inhibits my enjoyment. I don't think I do enough to distinguish myself.

I went to a talk by a women primarily involved in content marketing today. It is an interesting field, it encompasses so much of the modern experience, but I don't think it would be wholesome to me.

I watch other people's poetry.