The Beginning Of The End Of The Start

Well well. If it isn't Derrick.

I'm sat in my room and it's a shithole to be quite abruptly honest. I missed PAL today because I felt like a death-head after travelling on a coach for seven and a half hours then pretty much immeadiately going to until midnight. It was a fun quiz day so I don't feel to badly about letting my team down but it would've been nice to see everyone having a laugh rather than being the finger waggers.

With everything handed in it's nice to having nothing to do. Or so I thought. There's still things to do they're just not as immeadiate as before. I'd take a picture of my whiteboard but I like the silence of doing nothing too much to interrupt it with work. Christ, I tried to make something to eat but my sausages were off, so I'm just going to devour my stash of broken biscuits. Maybe whilst reading. In bed. With a water bottle.

Shower? Tidy my room? Mentally and physically clear out so I'm fresh for new briefs and alike?

Nah. There's plenty of time for that tomorrow. Tomorrow you are officially crowned 'Fresh Day'. Today? Today's just today. No name or title means no criteria for which it has to fulfill (or not fulfill if so is the case) which suits me plenty.

Actually. There's quite an apt title already floating about.

Today is my 'Day Off'.
I feel like I derserve one.