It's A Subtle Form Of Complement...

Urf. Another Sunday in Hantsbear-ville. I don't mind the throbbing head; I just wish I'd earnt it with vast quantities of alcohol. So much to do to day. Figure out if I have any last minute packing. Wrap nephew's birthday present (no clear sellotape in the house - grr...) Put out as much garbage as possible. Get a few basics to tide me over until Tuesday from the supermarket.

And all this with the energy of a slug.

It's one of those days when the koala in my nature wants to take over - sleep for 20 hours; eat for 3 hours; shag for an hour.

If anyone wants me, I'll be snoozing in the nearest eucalyptus tree.