so my current frustration is work. what a dumb frustration. i wish i was like rory gilmore having three hot boys fight over me. that is the kind of frustration i would welcome. but work is such a lame frustration.

i can tell i'm frustrated by work because i'm finding it hard to get out of bed. it is a sunday and i should be spending the day alternating between swimming in the sun and reading in the sun. instead i will spend the day alternating between writing a presentation on one thing or writing a presentation on another thing entirely. to mix it up i may send some grumpy emails about how the inability of certain people to do their jobs is impacting on my weekend. any advice on how to make it particularly pointed is completely welcomed.

also my house is a mess. i think i need a maid. when i'm frustrated at work i tend to go out more in the evenings. which means i tend to not spend any time at home except to throw my clothes on the floor and make midnight snacks which i never do the dishes from. a maid would make this behaviour sustainable.

also when i'm frustrated about work i get really in to tele. like last night i was really in to this programme called how i met your mother. it wasn't half bad, even though it was a bit predictable and never really got anywhere. actually, now i'm not sure why it wasn't half bad. maybe it was the cast - doogie howser, one of the chicks from buffy and a dude who i think was on freaks and geeks. but the world is conspiring against me because the remote control has gone missing so this simple pleasure is now significantly less pleasurable.

anyway, time to make some banana on toast for breakfast and face the day. sigh.