Oh, that reminds me, we had our first day of spring today. And yes, it is really late and yes, it should have been about a month ago and YES, I do live in the lousiest of climates, but still... I was walking to work and I suddenly smelled the scent of spring. Do you know what it's like? When you've lived in this cold dead weather for 6 months and contrary to all experience you expect never to feel any warmth again and then suddenly, out of the blue, you just know that it will change soon? And all that because of this change in the air that you can't even describe? It makes you happy, it makes you optimistic, it makes you want to run around and not worry about a thing. And it makes working almost impossible. That's why I'm sitting here writing this - because I'm both mentally and physically incapable of working. I just sit here with this stupid grin on my face and stare out of the window.

There are many cliches about the spring. How it's the new beginning washing away the dirt of the past etc etc And I can't use any of these because they're cliches and therefore totally hollow. But the sad thing is that I feel exactly that. I feel that the future might not be a bottomless pit of despare after all, that instead it's a pit filled with sunshine and flowers and... OK, OK, I'm stopping now.

If you think this post is nothing like me then you're totally right. I feel nothing like me! I'm sure that will be rectified at the drinkfest. After a new glasses of wine/beer/... I will be back to my sarcastic evil self again. Don't worry!

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