Mondays should be outlawed. I am so grumpy I have come home from the office (on time, mind you) pulled on my favourite pajama pants, lit the mood altering candle Miss Lisa gave me for Christmas and cranked up Evanescene on the stereo. Sometimes you just need loud guitars and angry, scary music to feel better.

Oh yeah, that and a beer.

I am stuck for reading material. I guess I am due a trip to the library, my almost favourite place. Problem is that there really isn’t enough hours in the day…

I have a full time job, and now there seems to be more and more instances of extra curricular work to do and time is scarce to do the things I really love (books….mmmm).

Sigh.

Any ideas on how to get more hours into the day?

It never happens… sleeping in, I mean.

Until today. I padded to the bathroom round 8am, looking like death and feeling only marginally better and then, once comfortable, toddled back to bed.

I thought I might try out the mask I was given once for travelling, as an antidote to sunrise.

Success! I slept till 11.

I have done virtually nothing all day until I got the guilts about DJ’s website which I am supposed to be finishing so I started working on it round 6pm…

Then, while timing out to surf a bit (love that broadband) I got spy-wared…

Bu**er that’ll teach me for skiving off…

The entrance to my unit is at the back of our building along a long balcony. It faces west and, as the storms coming in over Sydney this evening are coming from that direction, I had a prime view of the clouds lighting up over the hills.

Dark sky, clouds steel and white and awesome. Totally gorgeous and while they could be considered spooky, perhaps not inherently gothic.

No…. The gothic part was more when a bat flew across my field of view in front of it all.

Perfect… except for the absence of the morbid sounds of screech owls in nearby trees.