Failure upon failure

I have failed to go to either the next private view at TAP or the Monika Bobinska show yet again. Guilt is dragging at my scalp. I escaped work at six but with so little energy left it was all I could do to drag myself home. A new fitness regime is required so that I may cope with the rigours of an artist's life. Mistress Lock has suggested we see Frieze on the 17th, it is likely we will see some sights. Tomorrow is my day off. After a consultation with my new doctor I will be free to set my mind to many of the things I should be finishing off: my Arts Council application, a film for The Count of Montecristo, a bit of tidying up and definitely no sad teenager video games.