"I can read minds, but I'm illiterate."

This is one of those "I've nothing to say - just want to prove I'm still alive" posts. Work continues to stress me.
I've never felt quite like this before, there were always lows and highs, but this is relentless low. Does the problem lie with me? is it my age? my mood? or am I just reacting to external forces. Did Martin ever find true love?
Due to the Bank holiday tomorrow, today is my "wine night" so I'm quite numb at the mo'.
Here come the drums.



"I would imagine the inside of a bottle of cleaning fluid is really clean. I would imagine a vodka bottle is really drunk." - Mitch Hedburg