Nothing worse than having a day off where you plan to get a bunch of stuff done but end up spending it in bed feeling grim.

Me, to my work colleagues today:

Huh.

45.

Not one person at work remembered - not even my colleague who sits next to me. The BGF took me out for dumplings and wine and my not-in-Melbourne mates all called/sent messages, so it wasn't as bad as it could've been.

Still.

45.

FARK.

Laundry - done.
Grocery shopping - done.
Thesis editing - done.
Roast in the oven - done.
Wine poured - done.
Tri-weekly matriarch phone call - done.
Admin paperwork - doing now.
Top of the Lake - doing next.

#SuccessfulSunday

TFW your home internet is inexplicably dead and you're almost out of data on your mobile.

(Also, I really miss Alan Rickman)

Well today hasn't really gone to plan at all. Let's hope the weekend picks up.

#FridayFail

Need a windfall, stat.