Rubbish guilt

Today I completely failed to go to therapy because I felt too guilty to leave work. Admittedly I don't go to work as often as I should - or indeed work enough when I'm there. But feeling too guilty to go to therapy possibly a bit stupid. Esp as now I feel guilty for letting my therapist down. Think me and the therapist need to examine my strange feelings of guilt. I fear I'm turning into Woody Allen. Not good.

Who I am

I've been meaning to start a proper blog for ages now, so here it is.

This is my diary. I was 27 last month, I live in London, I write non-fiction children's books for a living but wish I wrote fisction instead. I want to be a stand up comedian, and sometimes I wish I were more like Russell Brand (but without his voice. And I'd wash my hair more often).