Yawn

Wowee, so bored. I mean really really bored. Seems to be catching. Everyone at the office today was complaining about feeling unenthused and tired.

Dreamed last night I was walking around the Lake District with a tall man with a long black beard. He offered me a piece of bread and then he fell over a cliff. Even my dreams are boring and pointless. Well, I don't suppose falling over a cliff is boring exactly. More exciting in a fatal way. But I don't remember being overly interested in my dream...

I'd very much like to get on an airplane and go somewhere. Anywhere. Maybe even the Lake District. I remember it being quite lovely in real life and quite bready in dream life.