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• 00:51 Daily Tweetage: 00:51 Daily Tweetage: 07:49 Should have been a good day yesterday, but some news on.. tinyurl.com/4yvemc
• 09:21 State of Rage: Crikey, I wasn't half in a mood yesterday! And I don't know where it came from, real.. tinyurl.com/6lazfe
• 09:44 So far, I'm in a much better mood today, but the morning is flying by and I'm not getting anything constructive done. Must shape up!
• 12:02 Still grappling with accounts, but am beginning to see a glimmer of light now. I will never, ever let them get this out of date again!!!
• 16:03 Glory Halleluia!!!! Have got my accounts up to date at last! I must never let them get that bad again.... never....
• 16:51 Portia, I award thee....: ... a beautiful scatter of GOLD STARS for finally getting thy business ac.. tinyurl.com/449yjf
• 23:07 Just back from pub meal with himself. Turkey and ham carvery dinner, and a couple of glasses of Stella Artois... yummy!

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Portia, I award thee....

... a beautiful scatter of GOLD STARS for finally getting thy business accounts bang up to date!

What a marathon task it's been, but having done it, I feel a wonderful sense of achievement and a weight lifted off my shoulders. Now, if I could just get my office cleaned out, I'd be floating on air in the self achievement department...

And I hereby pledge to myself that I will not let them slip again, and will record each expenditure and income as and when it occurs!!!

State of Rage

Crikey, I wasn't half in a mood yesterday! And I don't know where it came from, really. Naturally I've got the usual worries and minor crap going on in my life, but who hasn't? But I don't think any of it is enough to explain the state of psychotic rage that descended on me late yesterday morning and seemed to grip me until early evening.

It's funny, I was fine in the morning, and even managed to accomplish a task that usually turns me into a snarling beast - parcelling up books to send out - in a calm and reasonably contented manner. Then everything changed and I seemed to turn into Jack Torrance or Victor Meldrew on benzedrine or summink. Just total rage. With everything. I'd say it was like PMT, but I should be past all that crap... Maybe it's like some unexpected sunset upwelling of the hormones before I settle down to being a mildly grumpy old woman on a fairly even keel? Who knows... But it's a miracle I didn't break a lot of stuff yesterday, and some of it expensive. Thankfully, I confined my destructive tantrums to a bit of paper crumpling and mild throwing about...

Needless to say, me being me, I selected the most stupid job to do yesterday afternoon, given the above mentioned foul mood. Catching up with my accounts! Sigh... Thankfully last years are all sorted and submitted to the mendacious gouging bastards who like the bleed the average working woman in the street dry aka. the Inland Revenue. But this year's are in a bit of a muddle and need bringing up to date. Just the job to get stuck into when you're feeling like a cross between an axe murderer and a chain saw killer... But then I never did have much good sense...

The good news is that I feel quite chipper today... not ecstatic, but not enraged either... Let's hope this mildish mood survives the rest of the day, eh? :)