Roxilla

Long Street, I'll be back soon, I promise...

Dear Diary,

Kisses,
Rox

No really, I knew I had made a stupid decision to not take the whole week off as soon as I opened my eyes this morning and tried to get out of bed. The colder it gets, the more awesome my feather duvet gets (trust me, even the cat agrees with me on this one), and the more grumpy and bleary I am in the mornings. Going back to work today was not much fun, nor was clearing out my inbox. Even though it dragged on like no-one’s business, finally it was 5pm. Phew.

Despite the pity party and mehs, a few positive thoughts have shone through…

* The most heavenly roast veg and feta tarts at Caramello’s for lunch.
* Difficult client finally signing off on content (only after the 6th version!)
* Starting a great new project which is totally my kinda client… beauty products, w00t.
* Endless cups of green tea (but no espresso today, sucks).
* Some fun betting and typical mayhem with the copy team.
* My lovely white coat (seriously the best thing I’ve gotten this winter so far).
* Brie and avo on rye for dinner tonight (because I can).
* Krone and chocolates (again, because I can).
* A looooong bubble bath (as soon as I publish this post).
* Saturday rugby mayhem with Holly (half price drinks all day, unlikely they have Patron but you never know!)
* Friday tomorrow, can I get a whoop, whoop!

Of course, I still need to get through a somewhat fair sized pile of work this evening. Don’t think my brain is quite ready for the challenge, but perhaps after some seriaas self-indulgent wallowing in bubble bath I might be ready to tackle the workload.

One last hurdle and it’s the weekend. I can do this!