8:31am : open email to be presented with yet another cavalcade of “sorry, but the landlord will not allow pets at this property” emails from letting agents.
8:35am : buy a couple of mango and papaya scones from the parliament canteen.
FUCK YOU, LETTING AGENTS. I HAVE AN EXOTIC SCONE, YOU WILL NOT BREAK ME THIS MORNING.
Woke up late this morning, feel suddenly wecked. Only had time for a quick bagel and half an episode of frasier. In dire need of coffee. Going out for many beers with work tonight. Could get messy.
Got my annual appraisal later, so obviously it would have been an extremely foolish, self-sabotaging idea to come into work with a hangover today. And I’m obviously old and wise enough to know better.
Not quite in weekend mode yet, because I have to come to work tomorrow morning, although I did have pizza for dinner last night (desperation takeaway after Jimbo’s worst bedtime for months), so maybe that was my Friday
Celebrating IWD by wearing a Bjork tee shirt, putting up that blog post / interview thing (see the IWD thread), and going to see Our Girl live tonight.