Got to fix those tiles in the bathroom and then there's the hanging basket to sort out.

I think that the cold of winter has left me with some frozen pipes in the brain area. Easy cognitive tasks have become a challenge. Even producing the inane rubbish that passes for blogging on this very page has become problematic. I don't remember implanting a giraffe tranquilizer dispenser beneath my pancreas, but I would not be surprised if that is what has happened, and I am sedating myself for my own amusement. Could happen.

Watched the Super-Bowl last night and got to bed at half past three in the morning. I awoke at 7.30am so that I could get to work and rather than feeling too tired to get out of bed I was gripped by the terrifying knowledge that I would be having a very bland day in the office. So I dragged myself around the house with the strange gleefulness that comes from the knowledge that anything I do today cannot make it any less important than it already is. Does that last sentence mean anything? Probably not. Don't re-read it, it is a waste of your time.

Having no allegiance to either team taking part in the Super-Bowl we supported the Seattle Sea Hawks. Frictionless Bass chose, her rationale being that it rains for 9 months of the year in Seattle. They lost.

The sky outside my window is a uniform grey from horizon to horizon and I feel a strange disconnection from my surroundings. It is almost as if everything is made of plastic and string, shoddily put together to boot.

It is the 20th Winter Olympics soon. I will never win gold in the men's downhill.