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I feel dreary and miserable, partly because of my hayfever, which has flared intensely this year, partly from a sense of ennui engendered by staring at the pile of work on my desk that's demanding to be done, and partly from my terrible financial situation. Having money would be a nice thing; I don't mean much, just enough not to get freaked out about bills and worrying if the phone's going to get cut off, or be able to buy something nice for my wife and son, or even go out to the cinema or a restaurant now and then. That's all.

I veer between an extreme interest in doing my job well, and not caring about it at all.
Oh sod it, I'm just in need of a good moan right now.