A week gone. Little writing done. Advanced a level in martial arts. Had an overdose of teatowels at number 1 daughter's school play. Failed to buy a christmas tree. Failed again to buy a christmas tree. Decided to let missus go out and buy christmas tree instead. Failed to return any phonecalls. Felt guilty about not returning calls. Still haven't returned calls. Been up late helping missus with most recent MBA submission. Been up late pouring calpol down the neck of number 1 daughter who has a cough. Been up early because of work.

 

*breathe*

 

Dragged dental-phobic missus to the dentist. Paid TWO-HUNDRED FUCKING QUID for dentist to fire x-rays at her head. Had advanced warning of the NEAR FOUR-HUNDRED FUCKING QUID bill they're lining up for the treatment. Set-up new wireless router at home because ORANGE ARE BUNCH OF C*NTS who keep insisting I reset a modem that's CLEARLY FUCKING BROKEN. Forgot work network log-on password. Forgot new Gmail password. Remembered Gmail password and crawled to IT support for work password reset.

 

*breathe again*

 

Remembered mother's birthday. Felt bad as I forgot number 2 step-dad's birthday. Bought loads of christmas presents. Missed delivery of most christmas presents. Lugged a hundred kilos of old books up to the attic for storage. Failed to locate christmas tree decorations. Not that that matters yet.

 

I think I'm going to stay up very late tonight drinking wine and killing shit on my Xbox.

 

I need a vacation.