You know one of those days when you wake up and think, "I cannot believe I have to get out of bed right now, drive to the office and be a productive human being."
I feel like a slug. Maybe I'm just super tired, but even my train of thought is stilted and my writing and vocabulary is that of an 8-year olds. It could be because I had to be a plumber last night. Swear to God there is a hamster stuck in the pipe leading out of the bath. The water didn't drain, and because I don't own a plunger, used a plastic martini glass to unblock it. It was disgusting. I'm thinking I need to call a plumber in to take a look at my pipes. :)
Steve goes to the States today on business. Whcih means two things: 1) I get to drive his awesome car while he's away.
2) I get to sort out my head, and perhaps our relationship.
I'm having a drinks thing at home tonight. The bath will probably explode in a resounding mess of hamster and hair all over my guests. Well at least I don't need to provide conversational entertainment then.