I refuse to fall into depressive exhaustion again.
Part of the reason I couldn't physically wake up until 10is this morning is, I'm sure, that yesterday was my first day back at CCK, it was an open-to-close shift (that's 12 hours), I have backache right now, and I was exhausted. But I also want to blame the fact that the Greek was watching* a news magazine programme on Eastenders and I just didn't want to wake up into a world where people gave such a damn about Eastenders it made News 24 (at least I hope that wasn't Euronews).
My lower back still hurts - I'm hoping it's the fault of Bing's bed - but I have spent the morning finishing the unpacking and tidying my room so that after lunch I can settle down and get some science done before heading to the Grant Museum to watch Tarzan:the Ape Man.
Now I just have to remember how to do science.But I have motivation back, which is nice.
Tomorrow I may or may not be going dancing to celebrate the fact that it's the first Friday off while in the country for ages, and the fact that I have new boots. I will keep you posted.
*read: "had left the TV on loud with the living room door open while he spent half-a-fricking-hour reading in the loo
My lower back still hurts - I'm hoping it's the fault of Bing's bed - but I have spent the morning finishing the unpacking and tidying my room so that after lunch I can settle down and get some science done before heading to the Grant Museum to watch Tarzan:the Ape Man.
Now I just have to remember how to do science.But I have motivation back, which is nice.
Tomorrow I may or may not be going dancing to celebrate the fact that it's the first Friday off while in the country for ages, and the fact that I have new boots. I will keep you posted.
*read: "had left the TV on loud with the living room door open while he spent half-a-fricking-hour reading in the loo