kill the wabbit

I am a bad bunny, in that I haven't done any actual work for days. Sort of limbo, with half the book off with the editor, and no feedback as yet. I keep trying to start on another chapter, and failing dismally. Work avoidance behaviours currently include re-reading my entire Peter Beagle collection, updating my web page, watching bad TV movies, wondering if my revisions have been adequate, and angsting about the way my cats just hate me. Fortunately feline attention span has more or less kicked in on the cat-detente front; Toad is talking to me again, and Golux consents to communicate normally in any room other than the kitchen, which was the site of the recent outrage against her person. Makes her foodtimes interesting: she sticks her nose into her bowl, casts a terrified glance at me, standing in the opposite corner of the kitchen with my empty hands carefully displayed and my gaze nonchalantly fixed on the ceiling, and runs like hell.

I still haven't finished reading King Rat, forcing me to the inescapable conclusion that I am not enjoying it to an extent great enough to outweigh my mild curiosity as to how the story pans out. Or maybe my moral fibre's just at low ebb.

Things To Look Forward To This Week: seeing Finding Neverland with starmadeshadow, Evil Landlord putting up new bookshelves in my study. Things To Dread: upgrading to Win 2000, first batch of essays from my second-years. Sigh.