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Tomorrow is going to be interesting.
I am working from home in a hopefully not-so-vain attempt to proof read the Housing Revenue Account Manual, 270 odd pages of the driest, most soporific publication on the planet. I have brought the proofs home with a neon pink highlighter (in the hope that the mere sound of the colour will keep me awake) and enough post-its to make a jacket. Which is something I can see me trying after a couple of hours.
My worst case scenario is sitting down between 9.30 and 10 tomorrow morning, setting out the papers and then waking up several hours later with a drool-sogged proof stuck to my face and a crick in my back.
I am not saying that the people at work know me too well, but I am now the proud owner of a 6" posable Doctor Who figure (Tennant), sadly sans sonic screw driver. I can see myself trying to fashion one by whittling a match instead of working if I'm not careful...
I can already hear the dust bunnies gathering and plotting the downfall of my concentration.
Still, worry about that tomorrow, eh?
I am working from home in a hopefully not-so-vain attempt to proof read the Housing Revenue Account Manual, 270 odd pages of the driest, most soporific publication on the planet. I have brought the proofs home with a neon pink highlighter (in the hope that the mere sound of the colour will keep me awake) and enough post-its to make a jacket. Which is something I can see me trying after a couple of hours.
My worst case scenario is sitting down between 9.30 and 10 tomorrow morning, setting out the papers and then waking up several hours later with a drool-sogged proof stuck to my face and a crick in my back.
I am not saying that the people at work know me too well, but I am now the proud owner of a 6" posable Doctor Who figure (Tennant), sadly sans sonic screw driver. I can see myself trying to fashion one by whittling a match instead of working if I'm not careful...
I can already hear the dust bunnies gathering and plotting the downfall of my concentration.
Still, worry about that tomorrow, eh?