It's just gone seven o'clock and for the first time in ages I have come home weary, exhausted and yet satisfied that I did a good day's work using my brain. I got archive head towards the end of the day and had to rush home in need of food but maybe, just Maybe I will sleep well tonight after a film perhaps.

After a weekend of drooling, watching the last couple of episodes of ER from the last series, a bit of Kickboxer (surprisingly quite an absorbing and entertaining film) and bits of poor straight-to-television films about love, betrayal and murder, waking up in a daze and feeling washed out, I now feel better. Less crackers. Time to take on the world. Bit by bit at least. After some sleep.