Time flies when you're feeling over-run

Life is a constant stream of duties, obligations, chores, and"I really can't be fucked doing that but I guess I better..." situations.

It's depressing.

I spent the last few months of 2004 preparing myself for the fact that 2005 would bring with it the prospect of the rat race, 9-5 lifestyle, and it certainly has arrived. But no fanfare with it.

I feel like an old-timer already, complaining like this. I catch myself thinking wasn't life grand when I got up at ten, had a cup o' tea and a fag, and dawdled around the house until Oprah at 2 o'clock.

No more of that for me. Now I arise at 6am. And I'm not very chirpy at that time of the morning. I now have to iron my clothes, make my hair semi-presentable each day, and have a constant supply of Juicy Tubes to keep me feeling shiny.

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Like the photo of Stella? She's our new baby. She's a black Russian, and she's 16 weeks. Basil is being surprisingly tolerant. We can already tell she'll be the boss when she grows up.