A life less interesting

Been a busy day today, the powers that be decided to relocate our office again. The new office is nice, a little smaller than the last one, but the last one was a little too big, which tended to encourage piles of papers on the floor. Unfortunately contractors are still working on the adjoining rooms which means leaving doors open for ventilation, in short, my new office is fucking freezing right now. John is not amused, with any luck though should be better in the morning.
Got to head home in about twenty minutes, am making sausage and mash for tea tonight. Then possibly a hot bath, I dont feel like I really need a bath, I just dont like being cold. I'm down to my last bottle of Tiger beer, I'm trying to make it last to the weekend but my new method of drinking them is just making them hard to resist after a long day in the office.

* splash a beer glass with water

* place glass in freezer for 10-15 minutes

* pour beer into freezing cold frosted glass

* ask yourself why pubs dont provide this service

I think the way I'm feeling theres a chance I'll be resisting super cold drinks tonight. Got the wages to process tomorrow, and Gordon Browns 10p tax rebate thing kicks in this week so I'll have to change everyones friggin tax code 'ugh'. It's Nekos birthday on thursday (September 11th no less). But as her fiance hates me and my fiance hates her I dont think we'll be sending a card, a text will have to suffice. I thought that remembering her birthday would have conjured up a lot of warm fuzzy memories followed swiftly by nagging regrets. But no, no pangs or soppy smiles. Which I'm choosing to take as a good sign, means I'm happy where I am and in no hurry to get back to where I was. Which is right, I do love
Wheezie, shes the first girl I've ever really whinged to about my problems and insecurities, not only does she listen without rolling her eyes, she actually tries to help me as much as I help her. I feel like I can totally open up to her, she even knows all of my geeky habits and hobbies, something I've NEVER shared with a girl. Strange, I have no problem discussing sex positions, history, fantasies and the like with a girl. But have always been terrified to talk about what I do for fun on my own (not that you filthy buggers).
Well I'd best wrap this up, got couple of orders to email out and two offices to lock up today. Adios

Well my home internet connection has finally been severed so I can only post from work. This timestamp editors quite useful . Well this weekend we've been looking after my fiances parents animals while they have a weekend away, so we've got a tortoise and a dog. Its been throwing it down with rain all day, so last night we're out walking the dog, in the pouring rain whilst looking for dandelion leaves for the tortoise, fun times. Must say having a dog for the weekend has really made me appreciate having wipe clean laminate floor downstairs.
Highlight of the weekend was getting home on friday, I had a tonne of jobs to rush off, so got held in the office till almost six. Then had to trudge across Durham city in borderline monsoon conditions to pick up my wages. I finally get home to find that Wheezie has lit the fire so my house is nice and warm, and there are six bottles of tiger beer just sitting in the fridge waiting for me, God-damn I love that girl. Also over the weekend I got Bioshock finished, could still do with a replay to grab a couple of achievements, but I'm debating whether or not I can be bothered. Gave Assassins Creed a good go; It is a very pretty game no denying that, and it does have some neat tricks, but I find myself getting bored very quickly. Maybe I've just played too many FPS's.

Is it on purpose that on the toolbar in the blog writing window the letters FUKD appear in that order? I just noticed that and it totally distracted me from whatever I was going to write.
Anyways it's been a fairly uneventful day in the office, so I'm sat here slurping my Red Fanta, listening to Eurythmics and watching the rain (unfortunately the song isn't "here comes the rain again"). Still the night has potential for improvement, Ive got a small bottle of sprite, which I intend to take home and introduce it to a larger bottle of Southern Comfort. Might GIMP out a funky header image for this while my fiance (Im trying to ween myself off referring to her as my girlfriend) is in the bath, then maybe finish Bioshock.
Found out I might have another two week stint as a pub manager. Don't mind that too much as long as it doesnt involve another 96 hour week. But a week of sleeping in a hotel room and visiting sam the lovely man in the chinese takeaway isnt too bad. Well I suppose I should head home and knock up some carbonara