New Scientist

I feel creativity oozing from my pores this morning.

I can't put my finger on it but I think I'll be busy this evening, doing something.

I like myself when I feel like this - it's a Fuck the world kind of feeling. Quite often I feel as though the lifestyle of a crazed scientist might suit me, a life where I don't have to speak to people all that often and my best friends are the objects surrounding me.

Is this something that should worry me, or an altogether healthy feeling?

In other news, I am enjoying in a strange, twisted way the feeling of being thrifty. As someone who is currently in the throws of searching for a job (damn you world), I have to be careful with any currency that comes into my posession, and this means forsaking the posh brands I once coveted for economic brands.

Benefit for Barry M. Clinique for Collection 2000. MAC for Max Factor (though even MF is too dear for my poor pocket these days)... You get the picture.

But the funny thing is, I am enjoying it. Supermarket brands are actually usually quite wonderful and I feel a little bit virtuous about myself.

Gone are the days I'd spend £22 on a blusher.

I am reborn!