It seems that I'm under a huge hangover cloud this morning. Can't even be bothered to walk to Mr Apathy's office to insult him so I've taken to doing the much shorter walk to enimabag jones' hole to see how he's coping with his new inmate. Truthfully she is making me nervous too and I think she has already sussed that she might as well park her substantial intellect during work hours as it'll be no use whatsoever.
God damn. I feel as useful as a South African cricketer. It's all I can do to turn on my CD player. Just noticed on the phone list that one of the ugly chicks here has a birthday on valentine's day, jesus, imagine the crap you'd have hanging out with her...