Warning, this post contains whining. Approach with caution.

I had a dream last night where I found rooms in my flat that I didn't know were there. I'm sure that has some deep and significant psychological meaning; I'm just don't know what it is.

Having a Bad Day. Today is one of those "I can't do it, no, sorry, I just don't have enough in me do to anything" days.

So far this morning all I've managed to do it make a cup of tea and check my emails. I'm just trying to rouse myself enough to put together a To Do list.

Come on brain! I know you're in there! *makes encouraging noises*

Bugger.

It's still not 5 o'clock

~The new Oasis song is crap.

~Some time very soon someone in this office is going to have some kind of episode. I think it might be Dave, there are many things that seem to be winding him up, I keep making him coffee but it doesn't seem to help - maybe I should switch to decaf.

~Monday morning haiku
Unwelcome weeks dawn
Five working days commencing
Alarm met with ire

~Anywhere but here - Deep in a forest. Surrounded by trees and far enough away from civilisation so that the only sounds are the wind and leaves and birds. Lounding on a blanket with my back up against a tree with my big, hairy, friendly dog sat next to me. I could live with that.