Jesus people, what a week. Busy, busy. Nothing interesting. Just work busy. My eyes sort of feel like they've been freeze dried at this point from too many hours staring at my tiny work computer screen. I feel myself wake up in a cold sweat in the dead of night, mumbling things about "raw material specifications" and I'm pretty sure the other night I woke up and uttered the phrase "fucking disodium phosphate!" Because this is what my life has become.
I was so tired this morning, on my way to work I put my headphones on, turned my iPod up as loud as it would go, and blasted myself awake with something noisy and exuberant which may have been some vintage Barenaked Ladies and which permanently (probably) destroyed my sound detection centre (waxy ear holes!). It did, however, improve my urge to dance around with an inane grin on my face, immeasurably so there's that, I guess.
Enough of that nonsense. It's Monday again. Funny how those roll around. The only good thing about Monday is I get to watch last night's "Breaking Bad" because thanks to Netflix - you marvellous, glorious bastards - streaming the next day means not having to acquire stuff via more uh....secretive...methods. Yay.
Damn Mondays. Still, on the upside, it isn't Tuesday!
Hey, anyone fancy a drink?
