Morning

Well, the battle of the flatpack is well and truly over save the aches and pains it induced. My hands are sore and I have assorted minor injuries. I'm trying to figure out whether I have a splinter lodged in my finger or just a thin cut that looks like a splinter. The whole thing would have been much easier if my electric screwdriver, bought specially for the job, had actually been useable. In their wisdom the manufacturers made the bulk of the work require an allan key that they supplied. Gee, thanks, but now my hands hate me.

So it's back to work today for a rest, I think. Unless for once they actually give us some work to do - we shall see. But I have been mightily cheered after being woken Too Damned Early by the rain upon seeing ang_grrr's new userpic.

Tonight I tidy the house. And then I get on with some serious relaxing while I struggle with the conundrum of how to get rid of a thousand bits of cardboard box.

Apathy

Michael just messaged me "Help! Apathy!"

And, yeah, that about sums up the working day.

I'm tired today. Probably the combination of hard bed building and being woken by stormy weather at 4am.

Stupid

Sometimes I get a favourite word and can't let go of it. Currently it is "stupid". Stupid hammer. Stupid feet. Stupid rainstorm waking me up at 4am. Stupid flatpack furniture. Stupid bathtap. Stupid noisy dog next door.

See what I mean? They say that swearing implies a limited vocabulary. (Bollocks, say I.) I wonder what they'd make of this.

Stupid theory.