ay, what you say?

I know everybody goes on about the Monday morning blues but I believe that Monday afternoon is much worse. Coming out of a weekend and going to work isn't too bad it’s going home after (especially when you've had a terrible day) and realising that you have another four or five days left of this rubbish. So now I'm sat in Costa, a terribly done flat white and a socially awkward friend at my side trying to occupy the few hours I have before I have to slide into bed forcing myself to catch enough z's to be alert tomorrow. If we do anything of interest I'm sure I’ll say but then again... There’s not much chance of that.

I lay still in my bed, hoping for the sand man to pay me a visit but alas not a movement. Thinking of ways to occupy my mind, drain some of my remaining energy I open my laptop and scan the web aimlessly looking at cats that can't spell and Nicholas Cage's face on things, *pop* "have you checked out tumblr yet pip?" a cheery friend literally pops up with something that could possibly cure my boredom... So here I am, hello world of tumblr.