Luncheon.

At work, and generally thinking about other stuff. Stuff I could possibly be. I think I'm capable of more than sending 200 emails a day then toddling home again. And now I'm managed to get houmous all over my desk. Silly silly.

Well, my day of obligation went obligatorily. I provided the rock, I annoyed everyone, I got insulted a bit, I tried to balance everyone, I got accused. Sigh. Maybe classing myself as number one IS the key to happiness? To an extent, of course. As if I'm number 1, but everyone else is a very close number 1.1, and 1.2, etc. My day didn't really prove to be as inspirational as I'd planned out, but hey-ho, we have to plan for these things. I shall get back on the horse and do stuff.

For example, it may not seem a lot, but today I am wearing a completely new ensemble that I've never worn before. I may look like a colourblind toddler but I do indeed feel like a new person, capable of new interactions. It's so odd how our 'shell' powers us to strive on through the day ahead. (It gives a whole new meaning to 'shell suit'. Power suit!) It does make me think it's worth doing SOMETHING new every day. It's not hard. Take a different route to work, talk to someone you don't normally, read a book you thought you'd hate. Though, I think the latter may not very easily change!

I'm looking at new laptops - to cash in my old and trusty plank of wood carved with archaic runes and freizes or a new state of the art gizmo! (My technological knowledge is limited to 'gizmo'!) This may seem like a small deal but I intend to write big style. Spending hundreds will have to push me!

Anyhow, today I look like a technocolour hippy child delicately slurping on houmous. That's a turn-up for the books. Tomorrow - superhero!