I have been having the worst time sleeping the past few days. It's beginning to wear me down.

I'm increasingly aware that I am single-dimensionally pathetic.

hi internet, it's been a long time

I have a chest infection. This is not a welcome development because it is greatly reducing my quality of life; and, if pressed, I'm forced to concede that my quality of life is not all that high to begin with.

You know the drill.

Sleep. Work. TV. Repeat.

It's a common theme here. Did I used to be interesting? I don't remember what that felt like.

So I'm propped up in bed with All The Used Tissues and a creeping complacence regarding the work I need to be dong.

I'm in charge of a new project. A new project with a hefty bonus attached to it and the opportunity to splash egg all over less competent people's faces. Money AND comeuppance – it doesn't get much better than that.