L-o-n-g D-a-y!

I wasn't feeling 100% over the weekend, but woke up this morning feeling rotten. Dragged myself into work but just wanted to curl up in a corner. Was supposed to be going to see a show at the Fringe tonight but really didn't feel up to it, so gave my tickets so a colleague.

The day dragged by so slowly and by the time 5pm arrived I couldn't get out the door quick enough! I have a choice of 3 routes home - the M8 is usually quicker so I went that way. Bad choice - due to an accident I crawled along in 1st gear most of the way. Didn't help my pounding head nor did the fact the guy in the car in front was smoking out his open window and even with mine closed I could smell it really strongly and each time I looked in my mirror I could see the guy in the car behind picking his nose and then studying his finger! Eeeurgh!! If ever there was a day I wanted to teletransport myself home this was it!