Eight people tried to convince me it was Friday today. It isn't. It's fucking Monday again. I won't be moved on this.
The 0ffice was empty yesterday. The chickenheads returned this morning. Monday. Don't try and tell me otherwise.
Despite all this, the longest working week known to man, I'm in topmost spirits. Work was better than most days, Christmas has dissolved to its busy bastard past and I'm left with just the words and better times ahead. I like the lack of complication, me.