Lunes de infierno

Another Monday from hell. I've got too many break-outs to count (OK, 4) and a big dent on one side of my head in my dull and in-desperate-need-of-a-cut mop of hair. I decided to wear a not incredibly long top which after too many cups of decaf and bloating now keeps riding up. I also look incredibly sallow. Yehaa!!
The fact that this top is my bright yellow one aids nada in turning me into a miss Sunshine today (and, note to self, buttercup yellow clashes something ghastly with sallow)

I had the worst morning with major train incidents - only a horrendously expensive soy latte and half an hour with my crime/sci-fi/page-turner Fatherland on the train turned me from 'livid and ready to kill train traffic control centre staff with my bare hands' to 'incredibly grumpy' by the time I got to the office. My colleague and I have been struggling all day with an incomprehensible excel sheet of data someone in London wants done tomorrow and well, she was the one who suggested pilfering the meeting room chocolates which really kind of says it all.

Checking my holiday weather is not exactly bringing me up or down - it's raining and 13 degrees but I'm thinking statistically that this could prove in my favour. Still, I might have to rethink my pack list (just a mental one, promise!).
Me and L finally booked our ticket for our Rome hols though so that's one thing sorted. Now I just have to work up the energy for choire practice, but I think a good train nap should sort that out. Thrilling stuff, no?

I'm also mentally reviewing my Spanish knowledge. Donde estan los llavabos por favor? Que dirección esta un estación de metro? Una clara por favor (or should I perhaps practice 'una paraguas por favor'). Quisiera una semana con mucho sol. Haha. I dunno who's gonna grant that one.
Anyway. Go do something useful with your time and stop idling!! I will. For another 30mins.
Encantada!!

(si, la autora esta un poco loco hoy)