Cheerful, yet exhausted.

I've seen the pictures from the weekend. I look good. But I look old. Time for a health kick again. Even despite my moderate partying, my cough has come back full force. [home at 6am instead of 10am - that's moderate isn't it?]
*sighs*
Work is super-feral-busy. But for a change of pace, tomorrow is a day of bookbuying in the city. Method - find a bookshop, take a HUGE trolley, fill it with books, go to next bookshop, repeat.
And then Friday is union picnic day. Anyone fancy a free trip to the Zoo?
Somehow when I'm not at work I'm supposed to be launching a Young Writer's Award.
Aah, I'm sure it'll all fall into place.
Or pieces.
Whatever.