Fuggin' Christmas!
Yesterday I paid for my lack of motivation on Monday in spades. I had taken Monday off work and earmarked it for buying presents, needless to say I instead procrastinated and didn't leave the house. While having a day of mooching was great, it did mean that I had to go into Cov city centre yesterday lunchtime to do shopping. Que a series of 'annoyances'.
45 minutes to get from the office into a parking space, so long that my patch on the radiator couldn't stop the steam from shooting out of the car (again).
The slow rising horror of having a list of thing to buy (none of which were in stock, or were very well hidden) and a list of vague ideas for people and wandering around feeling increasingly claustrophobic. It was a good job I didn't find myself in the kitchenware section at any point as the temptation to go a bit 'stab-happy' might have been too much to resist.
I have no idea why people think this is a magical time of year and the next cheery sob that decides to tell me I should be happy is going to be getting a festive five upside the head.
45 minutes to get from the office into a parking space, so long that my patch on the radiator couldn't stop the steam from shooting out of the car (again).
The slow rising horror of having a list of thing to buy (none of which were in stock, or were very well hidden) and a list of vague ideas for people and wandering around feeling increasingly claustrophobic. It was a good job I didn't find myself in the kitchenware section at any point as the temptation to go a bit 'stab-happy' might have been too much to resist.
I have no idea why people think this is a magical time of year and the next cheery sob that decides to tell me I should be happy is going to be getting a festive five upside the head.