I got into work remarkably late because I pressed the wrong button on my alarm clock. Shit sounding excuse, I know, but if you hold down the 'snooze' button too long on my alarm clock - which I sometimes do if I'm semi-conscious - it assumes you want it to reset itself to the time signal - which is usually not a problem but it meant it went back an hour so my 5 minute snooze before it went off again was actually a 65 minute one. Oopsie.

Oh well. It's not as if I actually care, now. I'm marking off the days as they go - my motiviation and morale have dropped to new lows. It's so shit. The thing that's really deflated me is that I resigned about a month and a half ago and so far, nobody 'upstairs' has said anything. Like - thanks, guys. Tossers.

Took some of the filey things back to Office World and exchanged them for other, more suitable ones. (A4, not foolscap) I feel very organised now: All my phone bills and card statements and stuff are in their own individual foldery thingie in a suspension files - or whatever they're called. I've got loads more stuff to be thrown out now: I don't think I need pages of itemised mobile bills from 1995 through to today. Have kept the front pages of all the invoices though.

ICQ from Nigel telling me that Richard had managed to break his computer. Time were going to take it away for two weeks to 'fix it,' so I've offered to go to Brighton over the weekend and have a go. From the sounds of it, his MBR is screwed - I can cope with that, I think - and at the worst Windows'll just need installing again.