Wasted

Why is it every weekend that passes i feel as if i've just wasted it? No matter what i do, or whats gets done, i always feel as if i could have done more with it.

Still never mind, there's always next weekend.... although i'm working the saturday....balls

perhaps it would help if i actually got up at a reasonable time, instead of about 2-3ish, then i would have some hours in which to do stuff, although i don't have that much stuff to do, so again we whirl round in a quagmire of everdecreasing circles, cos the more we think about what we are going to do, the less time we actually have to do them. And the more time we actually spend doing chores, the less time we have to fit anything else in....

On another happy note, i feel ill, and sources reckon i've got a cold, not helped by the slightly wacky/feverish dream i had last night of piloting a alien craft around at work in the dead of night whilst everybody worked on as if nothing was wrong. I know it was feverish because of the way things panned out and the way i kept flicking between things, i never do that in a normal dream. Normal dreams for me usually have one storyline and things run at a normal speed in a measured order and pattern, much like everything is preplanned and i just set it in motion. Feverish ones tend to run at twice speed, or in slow mo, with people doing exaggerated movements or speaking very deliberately at me in a patronising manner. It's hard to explain, but very easy to spot.

Hopefully i'll be feeling somewhat improved tomorrow as i've just taken some paracetamol, so that should give me a good nights kip if nothing else.