Sunday 4th of January, 2004
worse and later
Wake up feeling very uncomfortable - still full, still digesting. Don't ask.
I finally make some sort of a start on my accounts, the latest yet. I may not make the deadline this year. Each year I promise myself I'll be more organised next year and each year it gets worse and later. I'm very grateful for my accountant's patience, but suspect it might finally have worn thin.
Oh, well.