What is it about Mondays that drag us down so? Monday isn't even the first day of my week (the week runs Sunday to Thursday here) and I still can't get my act together. I stare woozily at the piles of work awaiting me, unable to take that first step and begin writing. I got
I've blogged, surfed, checked my e-mail, drank yet another cup of iced coffee, if I don't manage to get to work soon I'm going to have to go do laundry!
What do you do when your nose simply refuses to press itself to the grindstone?