Is it only day 3 already?

Another day of no writing. Moving model this morning, moving muscles that are now complaining bitterly. Such a gorgeous day and trapped inside studio. Tantalising beach view through the window rubbing it in.
Blew out singing rehearsal to grapple with computer that's gone haywire all afternoon. Has decided to delete programmes at whim. Commandeered PC expert mate, but glitch remains.
Spent the evening behind the bar serving freaks - The Grand Faerie Ball (big fairy bollocks).
Served a faun with furry nipple tassles, corsetted she-devil sprites, balding lecherous gnomes and random acid-casualty tipi types. Found a detatched pixie ear and a strobe effect flashing wand.
Exhausted now. Not at all in the mood for Heathcliffe.