Cool! I've done it. A week without fags. Not really a week but a working week. And, in addition, I managed to go out tonight and get completely shitfaces and still not smoke. Now, as far as I am concerned, that is an achievement. So I'm happy.
At work, I was told I can do all the group websites whilst I'm away. That's good and bad, because there's about fifteen of them that need doing - so lots of work but not so much time. However, I'll bill 'em through the nose for it so I'm chuffed! Did some stuff for the Army which was good and they were very happy. Jon's the one who's got to go up to London to be with fit soliders though. Not fair.
I bought a webcam. I know it's a bit sad but it's not for whoring - oh no. It's actually rather good for just £34 - but will be useful for talking to people whilst I'm in France. I shall have a proper play with that over the weekend.
Wellington in the evening with D. Haven't seen him for ages, so it was nice to get out. Something very bizarre happening though; as we arrived one of the bar staff had a little serious looking talk with D which ended up with "Just take care" (his mouth was unobscured for that bit.) D wouldn't say but it was all rather strange.
Drank far too much. Lots of Aftershock and lots of lager. Bad boy. Hardly ate all day so it went straight to my head! Ended up wandering home with a little 18 year old who was quite nice.
Yes. I am a slut.