Today I have been feeling like crying. The wind seemed to be deliberately shoving me as I struggled up the hill to work on tinyjo's all-too-tiny bike (mine being repaired), work has been busy, and time has been flowing so s-l-o-w-l-y. I spent lunchtime trying to buy belated birthday presents on-line for my Mum, an activity guaranteed to drag me down, as every gift seems totally inadequate (of course) and my mind starts to convince me that she already owns all the things I've chosen.

Ah well. I seem to be coming up again, thanks to a well-timed toilet break to administer hot, sweet, black tea and tunes from the Ipod. Stimulants are great. All I need now is a nice meal and hug with a girlfriend, followed by a night down the pub with her and (the rest of) my mates. Luckily, this is exactly what I have planned...

Also helping: A Softer World. It's beautifully melancholic. Or maybe I'm just particularly susceptible today.
This one made me think of cleanskies.
And this one made me think of tinyjo