I want to go to bed but there is still the planning for the next year to finish. I'm not actually doing it but a co-worker of mine and we are phoning frequently to discuss this and that. The plan for 2004 makes us both rather nervous. We lagged behind this year and now the upper management is watching our department quite closely.
I have this vexing feeling as if this day was a waste. Slept too long, was cranky the whole day and so forth. The prospect of buying a new washing machine - the old one can't spin-dry anymore since yesterday, I mean, the day before yesterday - doesn't fill me with joy either. This Sunday should be better forgotten quickly.