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I find myself curiously lacking in motivation to do anything except lounge around and watch telly.

I think it is because at work I seem to be attending meeting after meeting in which we discuss what we are going to be doing over the next few months in the face of an immovable and tight deadline. It feels like over planning although it probably isn't, given the large numbers of staff changes we've had recently. Nonetheless, it is deeply frustrating.

I have some nascent plot lines floating around in my head but they are refusing to be drawn to the page. I had an idea and managed an entire paragraph before stalling - I know what I want it to say, but the words are not coming out right. So I have put the drafting on hold for the time being - there's no need to force it. We have given ourselves two years, after all, and we're only a week in to that.

Overall, I am feeling just a little bit listless. I haven't been out or seen anyone other than going to work since I left Birmingham on Monday afternoon. What I really want to do is just sit in a convivial atmosphere with a group of friends and talk crap for a few hours. Just turn up and knock on the door like I did before everyone moved just out of spontaneous visit range.

Most of the time it doesn't matter. Sometimes it does.

Tonight is one of those times.

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I find myself curiously lacking in motivation to do anything except lounge around and watch telly.

I think it is because at work I seem to be attending meeting after meeting in which we discuss what we are going to be doing over the next few months in the face of an immovable and tight deadline. It feels like over planning although it probably isn't, given the large numbers of staff changes we've had recently. Nonetheless, it is deeply frustrating.

I have some nascent plot lines floating around in my head but they are refusing to be drawn to the page. I had an idea and managed an entire paragraph before stalling - I know what I want it to say, but the words are not coming out right. So I have put the drafting on hold for the time being - there's no need to force it. We have given ourselves two years, after all, and we're only a week in to that.

Overall, I am feeling just a little bit listless. I haven't been out or seen anyone other than going to work since I left Birmingham on Monday afternoon. What I really want to do is just sit in a convivial atmosphere with a group of friends and talk crap for a few hours. Just turn up and knock on the door like I did before everyone moved just out of spontaneous visit range.

Most of the time it doesn't matter. Sometimes it does.

Tonight is one of those times.

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I am quite astonishingly tired. Partly due to a concerted piece of work I did earlier this afternoon which demanded a fair amount of concentration, but mainly on account of being kept awake until well gone 4am by jackbooted mice (or mouse - I'm not sure if there's one on its tod or a nest of them). So tonight I shall down a few pints of best bitter to help me sleep, and tomorrow initiate Plan A which will involve traipsing down to the hardware shop and buying lots of traps.

In the meantime, here in the office, it seems that Suzi, the Office Bombshell ^tm is going to a bar with friends tonight for some kind of surprise party for a friend. The surprise being that they will all wear wigs.

On and off she has been preening herself and trying out a red-hair wig cut into something not dissimilar to a Louise Brooks bob, but with a slightly more raggedy fringe. It rather suits, I have to say, but is such a departure from her normal look to be quite startling. This of course has undermined her confidence (that plus the fact it is abominably hot to wear) and she thinks people will stare at her. Of course they won't. Most people won't even notice - we do because we know here and no-one's taken the mickey.

Strange thing, confidence.

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I am quite astonishingly tired. Partly due to a concerted piece of work I did earlier this afternoon which demanded a fair amount of concentration, but mainly on account of being kept awake until well gone 4am by jackbooted mice (or mouse - I'm not sure if there's one on its tod or a nest of them). So tonight I shall down a few pints of best bitter to help me sleep, and tomorrow initiate Plan A which will involve traipsing down to the hardware shop and buying lots of traps.

In the meantime, here in the office, it seems that Suzi, the Office Bombshell ^tm is going to a bar with friends tonight for some kind of surprise party for a friend. The surprise being that they will all wear wigs.

On and off she has been preening herself and trying out a red-hair wig cut into something not dissimilar to a Louise Brooks bob, but with a slightly more raggedy fringe. It rather suits, I have to say, but is such a departure from her normal look to be quite startling. This of course has undermined her confidence (that plus the fact it is abominably hot to wear) and she thinks people will stare at her. Of course they won't. Most people won't even notice - we do because we know here and no-one's taken the mickey.

Strange thing, confidence.