Scribbles

I feel like someone put me in a washing machine and forgot to take me out again… Or perhaps  I feel rightly like someone who just experienced a public holiday placed inconveniently at the beginning of the week. Lulling you into a no-work-yeay-fun lassitude. Which is abruptly overridden by a hectic midweek start of a working week. Because of that, I have the worst type of hangover.  It is not alcohol induced so I cannot blame it on some vile chemical downed during ill thought out drink to impress weekend festivities. No, it is my brain that is hungover. It just won’t compute.  Like the brain of a 6year old pumped with too much mathematics…Or an abacus which simply does not understand the way of standard deviation. it is in a mental rut, So used to the inane nature of television, twitter and facebook that it refuses to call forth a single accounting standard, or the reason for my being here at work today asides of course the forced activ...