I should have supper. I should also phone a couple of friends, make this fruity teabread with ginger that I've been telling A I'm going to make for the last couple of weeks, write my Redial recap, wrap my last gifts, write cards, maybe finish off this ficlet I've been poking at today, do some other cooking of things, draw this design my mum wants and email her to ask her views on Richard Dawkins, scan in a load of photos... What I want to do, though, is watch MacGyver and paint my nails. You know that feeling when you just don't want to do anything or think about anything at all? Yeah. The sum total of what I did yesterday evening was watch Mr and Mrs Smith and give A a foot massage.

I'm winding down for the holiday, that's my excuse. I'll be productive when I've had a rest. Ahhhh, no work for the next 11 days. *happy, lazy sigh*

ETA: Turned out I was too lazy even to finish this post properly. A couple of hours later, I've watched Minder, Sanctuary (woo Magnus! Even if the pushy reporter idea is SO HACKNEYED OMG), and am about to start cooking a Black Forest Gateau. So clearly my supper of cinnamon toast, a russet apple, and some herbal tea has given me energy. Despite the tea being called 'Sleepytime'. :)