I’m just feeling generally run-down and tired. Out of sorts.
No work today because I was sleeping. My brain isn’t quite switched on so when I did open hob to start revising, I just looked at the words swimming before me for a while, and then closed the document.
Working like that isn’t going to achieve anything.
Instead I went to attack the blackjack jungle, and am covered in a stinging rash for my trouble.
Because I am a puerile creature, I was most amused when I opened a punnet of mushrooms today to discover one with an immensely thick stalk, so that the mushroom in question looked rather like a hopeful, pasty, fungoid penis. It amused me so much that I chopped it up and ate it for lunch.
Welcome to my life.