You know, thick, heavy, and most of all, unable to write.
Which is, currently, a problem. Not just here, everywhere.
Dont get me wrong, I am not saying that Christmas puddings are bad, or that I am bad for being one. Christmas puddings are, of course, good. My god, Id set light easily, and Id undoubtably taste pretty good with brandy butter, but the case remains that of all the great things that can be said about Christmas Puddings, one of the things that is very rarely expressed about them is admiration for their skill as writers.
I am not sure what can be done about this. Apart from what Im about to do, which is sit here and write and write and write until I like something. If not, if nothing works, I will say fuckit, and take a spoon to myself. I deserve nothing more.