It is nearly ten in the evening. I can't quite understand what day it is anymore. Intellectually I know it's Friday. Technically, I know I've blown the deadline for coursebooks. Truthfully, I haven't even really started them. And why can't I seem to? But I pledge this: One hour. One hour of solid work. Starting now. And maybe I can get the damned workbooks going.

I don't know why I haven't done them yet. I don't know why my mind refuses to concentrate on them. When I can scan news for hours and read other blogs and learn about really random and bizarre topics. Trends in porn of the early seventies, the evil plot to steal human foreskins and make very expensive flesh bandages with them, the life-span of a wombat.

One hour, starting at ten. One hour of real, honest work. And I'll report later. And I'll tell the truth. and I'll be v. sad if I have to say I didn't follow through.