After over a week out of the office, I’m back at my desk this morning and it doesn’t even feel like I’ve been gone. By 11.30 I have no motivation as usual. I do have a deluge of email to work through, I’ve gotten through the important parts and I have a 1 to 1 with my boss this afternoon so that should cover the rest.

While I was waiting for my email to finish downloading (25 fucking minutes), my sister sent me an IM. Turns out she ran into someone I was in school with in Tokyo of all places, and he recognised her. I’ve not seen him in around 7 years, and when he last saw my sister it would have been at least 7 years ago and she’d have been 3 classes below. Small small world.

Yesterday was a long day. I got up early to head into town to the St. Patricks Day Festival and spent the afternoon listening to some live Irish music. It was good fun throughout. Then off to Brixton to see The Mars Volta. That was an expierence. I don’t think I’d go and see them again but I’m glad I did.

I really hate that point in a day dream when there is a sudden realisation that all it is is a daydream and it’s fairly ludicrous. Really, really hate that moment.