Uncomfortable beginnings

Well, this is my first post, and I'm not really too sure what should be said. A few unhelpful suggestions were shouted out to me by some friends before they ran out the door to go and play croquet... "write about you, write about what you're thinking..."

Ok, so I'm thinking that I don't work well under pressure. And also, it feels like you guys are watching me while I type this, or at least reading this over my shoulder. Which is quite an eerie feeling. I'm usually one who enjoys attention, but I guess there is a difference between telling a joke in a pub and typing into a blank computer screen sitting on a desk in a empty room while the sounds of someone making toast in the room next door filters in....

Furthermore, I can't wait to get home and curl up with some work. I LOVE my work. That's kinda sick, isn't it? Does anyone else spend Sunday afternoon just WAITING for Monday morning to come around?

Cheers,
Daspar