My brain is pickled.
Spreadsheets. Wah.
I'm good at spreadsheets, but I hate when you have to spend the afternoon concentrating on them. They fry your brains.
So, I'm eating cereal and yoghurt, because I'm heading out in a bit. I have to get to deepest, darkest Brunswick. What fun.
Therefore, as I am going out, I need to make myself presentable, feed the cat and get out the door.
I've had Metallica going through my head for most of the day. I've got a bit of a thing for James Hetfield at the moment. Age-appropriate crumpet.
An hour on the train getting out to deepest, darkest Brunswick, listening to my book is just what's needed.
Spreadsheets.
Bah.
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