Sunday wasn�t half as good as I expected it to be. Actually, it was boring as hell and rather depressing. I should get a grip and start accepting people as they are. My versions of them might be nicer, but they tend to clash painfully with reality. I should be writing a firm yet polite letter to the boss this moment, but I keep slipping over the edges of firmness or politeness, either way it just doesn�t sound right. So I procrastinate, as you might have guessed. Have you ever tried to get a bunch of randomly filed papers into chronological order, when apparently nobody ever bothered to date anything? It takes near visionary powers, but I think I managed, at least for the major part. Yes, I started taking work home. Somehow this got out of hand. It was supposed to be just some job, but somewhere it started to take over my life.