Woke up this morning later than planned. Had to get into my dirty work clothes and shift a pile of bricks. I had to accept the reality of my aerial quote, though the aerial installation will be pro bono. I got to work later than I wanted to. I've been comfort eating (albeit healthy food) a bit. I haven't managed to get myself into any singular job, though the team's slack has been reduced a bit today by what I've been able to find out.

The day has dragged by and my stomach is dropping at the thought of a night in... but time is not on my side... too much to do. I'd much rather be out for drinks tonight. The chances of doing that are very small. I can think of someone to go drinking with, but then I'd have no means of getting home, nor anywhere to stay. Futile.

Plus I have a plasterer coming round tonight to calculate another depressing bill.

I just tried my cure for misery - the soundtrack to "The Musketeer" opening titles, at least. It cured me once before. It didn't help this time.

Though I've been more miserable than this of late. At the moment, it's more just tension - like I need a good work out. Perhaps I can take it out on some tiles or some walls or something, later on.