I’m tired. Considering that I haven’t really done much today, this is a bad thing. I feel like I’ve spent an hour or two in a tumble dryer. A cold and particularly uncomfortable one.
However, in tune with my current must-be-forward-looking-and-cheerful policy, I’m looking forward to heading down the pub tonight – I need to chill with friends. I might even switch off my mobile for an hour or two. Not that it would make much difference in the Nags anyway, as the reception is non-existent in there. And I’d just *have* to switch it on again as I am walking home, being a communication addict. So I’ll probably just leave it switched on, and save myself the effort.
separating the wanted from the unwanted