Going into Flourish and Blotts unaccompanied is always a bad idea. I spent my lunch break getting lost in the stacks and made it out alive with only a couple of books and this journal. Luckily I had time to munch an apple at my desk before getting down to the daily nitty gritty of working.

I musn't go home without picking up a pint of milk.

Theres something very mundane about Monday mornings, isn't there? From standing in front of the wardrobe to chose the days outfit to watching the clock tick slowly past. Mondays are slow.  Is there an arithmantic equation for that?
How are you all? Danced out? Suffering from Monday-itis?