Phoof

There is no other word to describe how I feel. I don't feel tired exactly, I just feel lethargic. I'm out of the house most of the time over the next few days, so I'm not even going to get much time to chill out over the weekend, and the day job has been a complete headache this week.

If only we could all have a week off in July, like the school brats. Just one week, paid, on top of my regular holiday entitlement, to chill out and relax. Like another Christmas. It would be amazing. I a seriously going to campaign this year to make the 25th September a National holiday and an honorary Christmas. I hate September. It always depresses me, because of the feeling that summer is over for another year, all five days of it.

And the Doctor is five years older than me and dresses like my dad. Humph.

On a slightly more positive note, if I can pull myself together and get down to it, I should be able to finish The End Of The Dream this weekend. The wine's coming out then, let me tell you... I know how pregnant woman feel now when they get to the end and they've got this massive annoying squirming lump underneath their skin. I just want this thing out of me once and for all. It was only supposed to be 10 thousand words long, and it's got to 40 thousand.n