Blah? My day? Begone foul viruses, for I've come to kill you? When I'm stressed I become even more v

I'm ridiculously addicted to this thing, but for my peace of mind I'll pretend that I was terribly bored when I wrote ( this )

( The rest of my day )

For some reason there's always a lot more to do on Monday than I anticipated and this throws me out of the loop until I get into the proper set of mind, which is something like 'Don't look at tomorrow's problems, solve those right in front of you first.'
(And if nothing else works, pick those easy to solve. This way, at the end of the day, I can at least be happy about having managed to do the laundry.
No, it's not pathetic. It's ... taking pleasure in small things.)

And I have tickets for the a cappella concert on Wednesday. Sadly, I missed the renaissance one on Sunday. But seeing how much I had to spent on the bike it's probably a good thing I didn't read the leaflet. properly.

Now I'll sacrifice a virgin goat to prevent any viruses coming near my computer and go to bed afterwards.
[ETA: Ohhhh. Thunderstorm. Pretty.
But not conductive to doing anything that requires an internet connection.]