Work, work and more work; this is quickly becoming the keyword to my life. Tonight I did some laundry and watched Top Gear, then a bit more reading and work.

Some of the flat went off to a quiz, but I passed; apparently I was wise to. My past experience with quizzes has never been particularly favourable; usually it consists of loads of waiting around and amateur questions with incorrect answers which cause arguments with the organisers. Life is too short.

I really should be going off to bed now maybe, it's late and I could do with sorting out my washing.