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The moment I thought to myself "I shall be interesting today" all capacity to be interesting wafted away. I cooked interesting food, but that's a different matter. I worked on interesting things. I even made an interesting phonecall.

Now I know what the trouble is. There's so much that's fascinating about my life at this precise moment, that I myself am entirely leached of colour. Not shape. I have heaps of shape. All in the wrong places, but that's because if I had shape in the right places I'd be in danger of being interesting and that obviously won't do.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll try and be interesting.