I had a few fairly important things I wanted to get done this morning. I woke up not too long ago. I am heading off to work. They are not going to get done. Ask me if I give a fuck. It is a cold, dreary day - a day that could probably possess the depressing effects that a dreary, cold day appearing after a spat of nice temperate ones normally has the effect of. But it is not going to. And don't ask me why. Surely, there must be other reasons besides the fact that there is a boy I am going to call this evening. However, I don't think I could tell you about them. And let's just pretend that the reason I can't is because I have to rush off to work right now and don't have time to elaborate.