I really don't have to do this

But I can't resist an untagged meme and Trace just had to leave this one open.

I am: sitting in my study with the evening sun making one eye water. I should move a little.
I want: someone else to cook supper for me. This is not going to happen.
I wish: the sun would stop shining in my eyes
I hate: nothing at all. I pity, and I despair, but I never hate
I love: until it hurts
I miss: deadlines
I fear: only ever being mediocre
I hear: Bernard Fanning singing 'Down to the River' from his excellent album Tea & Sympathy
I wonder: whatever happened to Philip Herklots?
I regret: Not having done it earlier
I am not: organised. (but I changed the 'z' to an 's')
I dance: with my dachshund, when nobody's watching
I sing: with a deeper voice than in my choirboy days
I cry: pretty much from April through to October - hayfever's a bitch
I am not always: coherent
I make with my hands: many, many things.
I write: stories that no-one wants to read
I confuse: myself
I need: discipline (no, not like that)
I should: really stop staring at the sun. I'll go blind soon.
I start: at about six o'clock
I finish: the things that other people have left unfinished.

OK, so I might add to that

I am: flippant

But tell me something you don't already know.

I tag you, you, you and yes, you over there under the table.

In other news, I hit 3000 words today, finished chapter one, and it looks like I might be actually 'doing the writing thing', though there's still time for it to go horribly wrong. I might get myself one of those word count doobries to go in the index bar, then I can bore you all rigid with my progress (or lack thereof).