Today, I am drained. I couldn’t work out how to put a letter in a postbox this morning, because my brain won’t work. It’s mostly because yesterday I ended up entering a total of five pubs being the social butterfly that I am. I consumed more lime & soda than is probably healthy, and yet still feel like I’ve got a hangover.

It’s such a stressy time of year. I really don’t enjoy anything about it other than the actual days of Christmas. The consumer bullshit buildup, the pressure to make sure your house looks as good as the Jones’ over the road, the fucking endless wrapping. I could just go to sleep, wake me up in 2025 - preferably around early June.

Other than that, the week hasn’t been terrible - I’ve done some good work, and done a bit more racing on the sim. Big race tomorrow that hopefully we’ll do a good job of, and will be a welcome distraction from the realities of real life.