backside

so its now tuesday and i am seriously looking at the arse of the long weekend, and completely regretting not having finished as much work as i planned to at the dear start of said weekend. instead i listened, and finished the highly addictive audio version of "american gods", ate too much and became a kitchen/ domestic godness all in the space of a couple of days. sometimes i amaze even myslef. one thing im really proud of, is that i have finally finished the research report i was commissioned to do, oh roughly in the middle of last year! so the 5 month overdue report is now over; completed and looking good. all i need now is feedback, comments, a little last minute editing and then payment... its been waiting in the wings, screaming my name for so long now, that lifes going to feel wierdly empty without it.
i talk shit, its the best thing ever, and i can move on to real plans of taking over the world. one step at a time. as one can probably see, im hailing from the fact that the long weekend is over. its a hard thing to recover from. especially when reality hits far hard than it ever should.