The post-holiday blues have hit, particularly since I went back to work today. The bummer about taking a holiday is the anticlimax when you come back and it’s all over. There’s nothing to look forward to, only weeks and weeks of work until I die. Geez, aren’t I a ball of sunshine.

I took a water bottle in to work today because I’m trying to drink as much water as ‘they’ say I should. I drank three 750 mL bottles of water, and I really don’t know how people are expected to drink their required daily amount of water, yet still have a productive day. I was going to the toilet every 15 minutes. I hope my body gets used to it sometime soon because there’s no way I’m going to keep it up if this is the result.

Our national lotto draw last Saturday was worth $19 million, so M and I got a ticket for it. I didn’t check the results until today, but as it turns out we weren’t millionaires without knowing it - we didn’t win anything. I did notice, though, that 23 people won division 1. I mean, winning $800,000 would be fantastic, but thinking that you won $19 million, or a large share of it, only to find that you have to share it with 22 other people? I don’t think I’d be able to help being a bit put out. I guess the moral is, make sure you know how many other people won before you tell your boss to shove it.