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sobriqueDo you ever get those days where everything just seems too much effort? When you're feeling just ... not so much down, just like everything's just a bit too much effort, including concentrating?
's kinda frustrating when that happens. I mean, I know there's stuff I can do, and ... well, it shouldn't be that way.
Ah well.
Holiday. Maelstrom.
WOo.
Just got a new holiday system. Which has rather generously given me three more days holiday. Well, it hasn't really. What's _actually_ happened, is it's credited my for easter weekend, because I didn't need to take holiday for bank holidays. And has noticed that I don't actually have tuesday booked as holiday, like i'd got into my head.
Anyway, so 13 days 'till the end of the year. Luvverly. That means ample to book Whitby, and have 'enough' for over christmas. We're still not quite sorted on who's off, and who's not. I don't actually mind too much, but I do like to know for the sake of making plans.
Oh, and whilst I remember. New Years. Kev and Tom have agreed that being hosts to the party of all time would be an excellent plan. So.
Provisional plan:
New Years. Bring drinks. If we have sufficient enthusiasm, we can perhaps go for cocktail mixology? (And by sufficient enthusiasm, I'm thinking 'whipround of a fiver each, for grog, and then some people enthusiastic enough to do the mixinating').
Whew.
Off to Maelstrom tomorrow.
Back Sunday. Recuperating Monday. Will be offline and mostly incommunicado 'twixt the two, but the world shall turn beneath my feet regardless.
's kinda frustrating when that happens. I mean, I know there's stuff I can do, and ... well, it shouldn't be that way.
Ah well.
Holiday. Maelstrom.
WOo.
Just got a new holiday system. Which has rather generously given me three more days holiday. Well, it hasn't really. What's _actually_ happened, is it's credited my for easter weekend, because I didn't need to take holiday for bank holidays. And has noticed that I don't actually have tuesday booked as holiday, like i'd got into my head.
Anyway, so 13 days 'till the end of the year. Luvverly. That means ample to book Whitby, and have 'enough' for over christmas. We're still not quite sorted on who's off, and who's not. I don't actually mind too much, but I do like to know for the sake of making plans.
Oh, and whilst I remember. New Years. Kev and Tom have agreed that being hosts to the party of all time would be an excellent plan. So.
Provisional plan:
New Years. Bring drinks. If we have sufficient enthusiasm, we can perhaps go for cocktail mixology? (And by sufficient enthusiasm, I'm thinking 'whipround of a fiver each, for grog, and then some people enthusiastic enough to do the mixinating').
Whew.
Off to Maelstrom tomorrow.
Back Sunday. Recuperating Monday. Will be offline and mostly incommunicado 'twixt the two, but the world shall turn beneath my feet regardless.
