I've just had a pleasantly productive day at work.
Tomorrow, Sarah and I are setting off on what promises to be a relaxing week in Spain.
Tonight, two dear friends of ours are coming down, staying overnight, and then joining us in Spain. And okay, the place is a bit of a tip, but that's not a major issue. (Sorry in advance, guys...)
...so why has my blasted depression decided that now would be a really awesome time to kick in and make me feel the lowest of the low?
