Woke up with a headache, always the perfect start to the day. I wouldn't mind so much if I had a hangover, but I haven't touched alcohol since Wednesday. Can't decide if the cause if a sinus infection or grinding my teeth in the night, both of which could be the culprit. Taken some paracetamol, but the headache's still there at the back of temples, screaming for attention. Bastard.
Had a tap dripping in the bathroom for over a year. Should have got it fixed long ago, but trying to find a plumber who'll come out to fix a tap makes the labour of Sisyphus seem like a little light work in a garden rockery. Now the tap has decided it will not be shut off, even if you apply enough torque to keep the shuttle in orbit. Bastard.
Need to write at least 6000 words today and am here instead, blogging and procrastinating. Why can't I get on with work? Bastard.
As you may have surmised, I'm not in a happy place right now.
UPDATE: Plumber has just been and gone, construction next door has paused for lunch and the living is that little bit easier. The bill came to £81.66, but frankly it was the best £81.66 I've spent for a long, long time. Hurray for the sounds of frickin' silence, as Nicholas Cage once said - in Con Air, I think. Now, hopefully, maybe, finally, I can get some damned work done today.