I don't really want to go into the office tomorrow. My cat gets a bit of separation anxiety, which will be made worse by him being taken over the Westgate Bridge on Sunday when I drop him off before heading to the airport.
There are better things for me to be doing. This includes:
Writing that novel.
Searching for accommodation in Britany and Normandy - which is proving to be much cheaper than what you pay in Paris, thank goodness.
I also have to do the Mason's books. Personally, I'd rather stick a pin in my eye, but I want this done before the weekend.
Oh, and I have to get my taxes ready.
But tomorrow, I'll go into work, go to lunch with my friend the engineer then go to the shrink afterwards.
I would just rather be working from home.
In the meantime, I'll get on with some of these jobs and sing along to the Uncanny X-men.
What happened to them? I just googled Brian Mannix - he still has a mullet...
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