The 14th & 15th; Fuck it, it's Christmas.

The 14th of December.  I am so sleepy! I think it's a side effect of the pneumonia jab - last night during Masterchef, I was working really hard to keep my eyes open, and again at Black Sheep today while I was getting my hair washed. Another early night tonight, methinks. 

This morning, after writing up a blog post, we took the kittens back to the vet for their first jabs. We got them all into the carrier without them really realising what was happening. They mewed all the way there, and continued while Bryn took them all out individually. Everybody is fine, and they seemed less upset by the needle in the neck today. 

After lunch, I was at Black Sheep to see James about making my hair white for Christmas. It's actually come out grey, but I just need to wash it to make it right. That took a good few hours, then we went to Waitrose to pick up a John Lewis order, and the sorting office for a package I missed yesterday. Now I have all of my presents!

I don't think I will be going to the gym tomorrow - my back, neck and shoulder hurt, and if I'm all sleepy, I don't want to feel that in the gym. Fuck it, it's Christmas.

The 15th of December. 

I feel really sad for no reason. Well, I know the reason - depression. It was there when I woke up this morning, and it has not abated. Tomorrow is my wrapping day and I need to find my festive spirit before I start. 

I really have very little to say. I've spent the day wanting it to be over, wanting to feel better. Not even the kittens have been able to cheer me up. 

That's it. I'm not here today.