Stupid stories...

I read a book yesterday which made me cry. At least it made tears escape my eyes accompanied by a feeling of utter sadness. I think that counts as crying. And ever since I've not been able to shake off this melancholy. I had loads of things scheduled for today, but I've not really managed to get anything done. I've been listning to music, drinking bucketloads of coffee and reading the news on various newspaper websites. I had plans on taking a walk in the forrest, but realised that it's too much snow up there for walks. So I guess my current plans are to go and buy a packet of cigarettes and start writing on my novel.