Three months into legislative briefing, and I’m beginning to feel traumatized by the inanity of the everyday routine.  The work’s good, the place is good,  the day is not.  Yesterday I woke up went to office worked half the day and surfed the other half before heading back home in a bus got on to the metro and reached home finding to my immense excitement that my car had come back from the service station, and now reeked of petrol, the interiors having been cleaned by it.  Took it for a drive and had my exciting event of the day when I met friends from college who borrowed my suit. I finished my day off by watching everybody loves raymond.