I have been at work all day, spending most of the day drafting a really convoluted writ for division and sale of a farm. What is left of my brain hurts. At 5pm I went to the dentist and had my teeth thoroughly scraped and scrubbed. I am now about to go into a partners' meeting for the next couple of hours, without even the benefit of chocolate to get me through. I might as well round off the day by smacking myself around the head repeatedly with a brick.
On the plus side, I did buy a pair of shoes at lunchtime.