No hugging, no learning.
Me, twenty-four hours ago.
"Man, I've left it really late again. Okay, just write this entry and go to sleep, and then write tomorrow's entry as soon as possible. You don't want to get caught in this situation again - ideas flow fine when you've got all the time in the world, but pressure gums up those creative cogs but good. So just do it early in the morning. You have people to not let down."
Me, twelve minutes ago.
"Shit"
To be fair, I have been at least a little productive today, working on a website for a certain Southampton comedy night. And working on the wall. Which makes sense to one person.