Mud, Mud, Glorious Mud

Today seems to be one of my wading through mud days. I have work to do, but here I am sitting with my chin in my hand, slouching at my desk, wondering when I'll have my next cup of tea. The work I need to do is omnipresent in the background of my muddy little mind, like going through the motions of a task in a dream, then waking up wondering whether you've actually done it. There's a dull pain in the general bonce region, which is often the case, but it seems to block me from moving forward somehow. I'm hoping that once I've offloaded this feeling on here, I'll be able to JDI........