Rushing around

This has to stop - I'm having problems working out where I am, where I'm going and they aren't even in a pretentious metaphysical sense.

Still, I only have to drive another ~250 miles and then it's the weekend. How long I'll manage to keep this up I don't know.

On the plus side managed to sort out payroll today after getting a short ~10% short payslip yesterday, and had a nice trip to Stafford for work today - where they took my jokey advice for a pub lunch! Only spoilt by crawling south on the M6 back to Brum.

Bleurgh!

Laziness

I know I should, but I just can't be arsed.

I've had a look at the agenda for the conference/sales pitch I was supposed to be going to tomorrow - and I just can't be bothered to drive the 250 miles.

It's irresponsible, it's lazy, no-one will notice and I'll see the second part of the Stargate 2-parter which was on this evening. And I'll be rested enough to party tomorrow night.

Go me!...

boglin assures me I'm doing the right thing, so I can tell the angel on my shoulder to blame her and not to pick on me again.