Flip-flop giggles

Its hotter than hell today, and the air is thick with an unplesant stickiness that seems to coat everyone it passes over and suck the energy out of them. Its not pleasant in the office, but I don't care because my mind is elsewhere. I had a good evening: I sat on the sofa with Andy and watched Peter Kay on TV. Its a gig I've seen before, and I knew all the punchlines, but still, I laughed and laughed with a raw, feckless joy at the stupidity of it. It really lifted my spirits, and I haven't started work yet today so I'm still on a high. I'll do half an hour's work today, play cricket on the quad at lunchtime, work for a few hours and then I have a match and a couple of beers to look forward to this evening. I'm (illegally- health and safety issue- you may fatally stub your toe) wearing flip-flops in work. Its very satisfying to walk down the corridor and see the sheer irritation on people's faces as you flip and flop past their open office doors. I have noticed that my left foot flips and my right flops, consistently. I wonder if this is normal?

Andy will submit his thesis today, so I get my relaxed, wonderful boyfriend back today, in place of the distracted and distant person he has been over the last few months. I feel like the discomfort of work will be punctuated today with things I want to do, and this will break it down into bite-sized pieces. I can get through today without being sad and listless because of this. That's the plan anyway.