shades of today

elvis costello on the headphones.

very aware that we've all been busted for leaving work early on friday.

discovered i have the wrong number for my doctor.

trying very hard to support my own decision to come into the office today rather than just stay home and bang my head against the new cabinet in the bathroom. (believe me, it was tempting)

looking forward to kickboxing this afternoon.

feeling generally icksome and unfit for human consumption.

wishing, strangely, that i had more work to do.

hoping, stupidly and self-destructively (and vainly, i'm sure), to see the boy this evening.

vaguely distressed at the sheer quantity of money i bled this weekend.

hoping i get my shit together for recording this weekend.

looking forward to roos' housewarming

vaguely amused that some middle aged guy pulled his car over this morning to tell me i look like kirsten dunst (if only). his daughter looked terribly mortified that her father had done such a thing.

sighing.

sighing big, blustery sighs that well up from the bottom of my strange, damp and clammy soul.