Tomorrow I head out on the first-leg of my road journey to Prague by catching the overnight coach from Glasgow to London. Feeling really stressed out for some reason, even though the cost shall be covered by abstaining from alchohol.

Need to phone up my boss and tell her a white lie about why I won't be able to work on Friday. The very fact that I need to lie is stressing me greatly right now. She's quite nice, and I don't like lying to people needlessly. Well, it isn't needless, I just don't think saying "I decided to go to the Czech Republic on a whim" is really going to cut it.

Other than that, a crap and boring day. Trying in vain to shake myself free from this all-pervasive feeling of unease and restlessness. It's really getting to me.