I can't remember feeling this unmotivated before. The lethargy, the overwhelming desire to not get up from bed.. That overpowering urge to skip the bus and to head on somewhere except my office cubicle.

I should blame it all on this wonderful London weather we're having. Gray skies, damp, wet, and somewhat mucky -- the hanging promise of misery and tragedy. I love it. This is exactly the type of weather the Bronte's were so fond of writing about. The one thing practically missing is a moor.

Except instead of that, I have a cubicle farm. Sigh.

Coffee can do wonders, don't they?

Aside from skyrocketing your blood pressure,

it can actually poke a hole

in your brain

and drain all the stress

all the heartaches

and all the angst

to make the soul pleasantly empty

again.

We should do this again, Kitty-pot! :-)