and they call it work!

I've just spent the afternoon re-watching Shrek II and making copious notes, in the pursuit of this final chapter update. It was, bizarrely, perfectly legitimate work. The movie has come out since I submitted the thesis, and my last chapter does an extended analysis of the first one, and the editor said I should update it with the second film, so, here we are. It was actually better second time round than on first watching: the fairy-tale games are more sophisticated than I thought. Many new and exciting things to say. Heh. The only random side-effect of all this work is that I have horrible backache this morning, causing me to shuffle around the house all bent over and crone-like, muttering things like "Lawks!" and "Bugger!" Nanny Ogg also ran.

Rather busy weekend, what with Neil's killer chocolate cakes on Friday night (plus Nightmare Before Christmas and random Firefly episode, yay!), and Stacey's fondue last night. Ye fun was had by all. Forcing me to realise, actually, that for the last two months I have actually been significantly depressed; how badly, I only realise now that I am apparently coming out of it and am enjoying socialising again. Not entirely sure why I should be hit severely amidships every year or so by a depressive period ranging anything from several weeks to several months, but there you are. What appears to have hoiked me out of it by the bootstraps this time is my doctor casting aspersions on my psychotic PMT symptoms, and suggesting I really need a course of anti-depressants. The huge bloody-mindedness factor immediately kicks in, since I am damned if I'm going to have any random collection of chemicals telling me how to behave, and I start feeling better by main force. Cussedness makes the universe function. Believe it.

In other news, Stv is a god. He has shown me the True Way of making HTML bullets behave themselves. He & Jo should come back to Cape Town soon.