Went to bed very late for various reasons. I was physically tired after a day of exercise, so should really have had an early night, slept well, and be feeling brilliant now, but it didn't happen. Had to get up at 7am as per sleep programme. I feel fucking dreadful.
I was meant to be on holiday for two weeks as of Friday just gone, but have to work today, if I can be bothered, thanks to someone who has changed a brief – completely fucking re-wrote it – three times. For fuck's sake. After that, I will hopefully meet my friend, V, or will be on my lonesome on a day that promises to be very hot and sunny (30C). That would be depressing.
I am severely fed-up and the prospect of 'holiday' doesn't really help.
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