I have a little pit of panic swelling up inside me that keeps bursting out in spurts of chain smoking, frustrated confused rants and throwing shoes around my room. I'm tired and tense and irritated, all I want to do is spend long lazy days in bed rather than running round trying to negotiate the media centre and fucking siso and snooty looks and early dysfunctional mornings and a temperamental keyboard.

Its just one of those days.....again....where everything, technology, the elements and my own functionality seem against me.

I hate not getting my work done, and I'm trying which is the most annoying thing, I want to be good at my work and there's no reason why I shouldn't be, but the more I think, the more I panic and the more I want to hide.

Ugh.