Back to work.

I knew there was something I forgot. My stethoscope!
Stupid uni - if they want us to start working at half past six they should at least make it possible to get to the lockers this early.

I'm so easy to amuse

Urgh!

*Crawls onto chair in front of screen*

The first day of the intensive work week is always bad but I had to volunteer to take the afternoon shift too.
It wouldn't have been so bad if I had eaten more than a slice of bread with cheese in the morning. I had no time to eat till I got home and while I can live with a stomach loudly complaining, I can't live with the rest of my body suddenly deciding to refuse to work properly when I'm trying to get a horse to run beside me.
And shaking hands are extremely irritating when you're trying to inject something into a vein!

Ok, I'm whining again.
Time to stop it.

But when I've got to concentrate on other things some ideas in my head finally settle down - so I identified my problem with OotP:
( I'm *not* flogging a dead horse - it's only sleeping. )

I love it when I worked something like that out. Now I can read positive and negative comments without always going "Yes, that's right - Ah no, that is right."

One may call it pathetic that I'm so dependent on finding a proper formulation for my feelings and impressions before I can really discuss them, but I've always felt more at home when I've got facts to rely on.

Oh great, psychology for dummies, I don't even want to think about what a professional would make of this statement.