The night was blowing a gale last night as my plastic canopy shook and broke. Outside now is completely calm and feels a world away. I arrived home from work and slammed in 'The Hangover-part 2' and then a very small review online. Next I read for the allotted time I had set and followed it with various mediocre tv episodes which I then deleted. 
I rang Sky to enquiry about the Terabyte box now being £49 and was told that, to me it was £150 plus £15 postage. If you are a customer of Sky then you ain't worth shit to em. 
I'd have more products if they threw me a fucking bone every now and again. 
I'm not bitter, can you tell. 

11:30pm and I am at least in bed. This drinking Pepsi instead of beer has the obvious side effect. 
But I am so much more productive and my moods have been in check. I'm so much better off having zero involvement with people. 
 
There is a plastic runner at work on a rectangle piece of carpet. It's up steps from the door though so its redundant for catching wet shoe drips on really. Now the ends roll under and it's a hazard to trip on. 
I don't understand what is so important about the floor underneath that we can let the other 95% of carpet get knackered but not this strip. Maybe it's a look I'm not up on. 
I think I will lay scraggly bits of plastic across one side of my living room floor to convince people that I have high standards. 
Weird.