Anyway. I can cope with the cute ickle drill that goes "veeeeeeeeeeeeeee," but I don't like the slow moving one which shakes your head and makes you feel as if you're about to fall over pissed on the pavement. Not a pleasant experience. Oh, and apparently white fillings don't do big holes very well (it was worse than we thought) so I have a big silver bit in my mouth now. Hmph.

And the smell! Euuw! I don't know whether that's the smell of heated tooth, the nasty bits coming out of the tooth, or the drill's moving bits, but it was revolting. I've been having smell flashbacks all day.

My mouth, therefore, is a little bit painful. I am feeling mildly grumpy and consequently frustrated to have to sit at my desk and attempt a semblance of productivity. I would much rather have stayed at home today and felt sorry for myself. Or something.

Mildred came back fixed. She feels quite nice now as the hydraulics are all pressurised and lovely and she's all floaty and responsive. I feel slightly poorer for it, but never mind. Rupert drove me up into Oxford in the afternoon (after a going nowhere meeting) which was cool. Got back to the office just as Orange delivered an answerphone message from Jon asking where I was. I deleted it once I got to the "it's just that you got in at..." bit. Like I care any more anyway. When will I be head of gardening?

I must make a mental note to go to funerals on non-work days and have my teeth done at night. I'm not designed for corporate life.

My current account balance seems to have dropped quickly this month. I think I've been a bit extravagant of late. Ah well.

Mark thinks he might go to Brisbane for a bit. I had an email from someone who referred to me as a "net celebrity." One of the bar staff told me I looked "fuckable as ever."