So I went to the Doctor today and asked what they could do for the constant headaches I seem to get at work due to looking at the computer screen constantly.
I think Doctor's (at least in Glasgow) have a weird thing where they try to suggest 100 options before they just give you the drugs you want/need. What's that about? I'm paying for the bloody stuff.

Aaaanyway, he gave me a million options such as changing the font, colour and setting of the screen, and if that doesn't work to come back. Yeah, right.

I've been so bored the last couple of days that I'm actually looking forward to going back to work tomorrow morning. I have like £20 in the whole world to last me until Friday. Shitshitshitshit.

I watched some Sex And The City tonight for the first time in Months (I think the last time I watched it was in a hotel room in Copenhagen in December). Anyway, I totally miss that show.

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I was completely stuck for something to write, but I felt like I had to. Then Therese suggested I write something about her, as she thinks that she's "always interesting". Hmmm... Therese, dude, I've decided to refuse to write anything about you until I get another English-entry on your blog, kid

Scotland play Italy tomorrow night in the Euro 2008 qualifiers.
We're doing really well so far, and I'm gonna miss the game as I'll be in work (I think).
Bollocks.
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Today was pretty shit.
Work wasn't fun at all. I didn't want to be there.

Went for lunch at Europa in town with Kat. Was pretty good. Afterwards, sat in Starbucks for ages just people watching. It's really funny how you always seem to spot at least one person you know while you're sitting at the window.

Going out with a guy from work (Matt) tomorrow. We're gonna grab some lunch then go see something at the Comedy Festival. Should be cool. Laughter would be nice.

I read a bit more of the book Karen gave me. It's called Nightwood. It's extremely difficult to read. One of those books that make you feel a bit stupid because you need to read it sloooowly. I'm gonna check out the synopsis somewhere, to see if that gives me a better idea of what the hell is going on.

Speaking of which, how the hell will I ever return the book to her?
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I just wrote a page worth of stuff, and somehow my laptop managed to not save it. God.

It wasn't actually anything interesting. All I wrote was something like:

Work was shit today.
Like seriously. The kind of day that makes you think you're really bad at your job.
I had to drag myself out of bed this morning, which isn't exactly a surprise considering it was 0545 and still completely dark outside. I made it to work just in time (how I managed to be late for an 0800 start when I got up at 0545, I don't know) and spent the day splitting my thoughts between "I wonder if anyone has ever actually died of boredom", and "will the rain ever stop?"

My "friend" Matt totally blanked me the whole day too. I mean, that guy is such a fucking woman sometimes.

The best part about the whole day was coming home. 10 hours at work is too much for anyone who wants to have a life. It's a joke. It constantly feels more and more these days that as soon as I get home all I want to do is go to bed. What kind of existence is that? Work-home-sleep-work-home-sleep?
Answer: A bollocks one.

I absolutely cannot wait until Sunday, when I get to do something that I actually want to do.
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you know when you sometimes meet someone who makes an impression on you that you know will absolutely last, regardless?

So, it's Sunday.
A day to be bored and stuff.

I've decided the only way to cure the boredom (and stuff) is to do fun things, so I'm going out to play pool and drink beer later.

I love pool. I've been practising at work for ages now.
Eilidh is shit at it, so that helps too.

Then I think we'll go to The Polo Lounge and gay-it-up.

I'm off work until Wednesday (oh yeeeah!) so I don't need to worry about crashing home at 4am.
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In other news, Chris (my brother) lost his credit cards today.
I don't know how he managed it, but they're certainly gone.
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It's all in the title.
I hate this place.

Okay, I'll begin at the start of the story.

It was the drinks with the guys from work thing last night. We all finished (early) at about 4.30 and walked into town, to a bar on Bath Street. I had some pasta carbonara for dinner (it was the shit!) and headed home to grab a shower and change and stuff. I went back out and had a really good time in the first pub - Elliot's - with everyone, until a few friends called me and said I should come meet them on Sauchiehall Street, as they were going to ABC. If you're from Glasgow (or if Therese or Fanny read this) you'll understand how overrated ABC is. I had a few drinks with those friends on Sauchiehall Street, then headed back to meet the work people. My friend Matt was way too drunk to get into Karbon (or so the bouncers said, but we reckoned it was cos he's got a mohawk), so we literally stood in the street wondering where to go.
I remember I really had to pee at this moment too, which is never good.

We eventually wandered towards Central Station and the taxi queue was huuuuge.
By this time (it was only about 0045) I was ready to just go home. Couldn't be bothered.
Then out of nowhere 3 guys (one in a white shirt, one wee guy, and another guy) were arguing in the street. It was the white shirt guy vs the wee guy and the other guy.
The one in the white shirt suddenly just punched the wee guy twice and ran off down the street.
He didn't get too far though, the wee guy and the other guy caught up with him and proceeded to give him a lovely little beating right in the middle of the road.
The wee guy smashed the white shirt guy's phone off the street, and then casually walked away like it was an everyday thing to do to someone.

That's why I hate Glasgow.

In addition, when I finally did decide to go home about 30 minutes later some random old guy was STEAMING drunk, and he somehow managed to stagger backwards really quickly, fall, and hit his head on the marble stairs of a building. The blood was just streaming out of his head, and him and his mate refused to go to the Emergency and get it checked out. The guy who was hurt was probably so drunk he didn't feel a thing. His friend, however, wasn't AS drunk, and still refused any help. Wonder how his headache is today.
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Major ass hangover today, kids.
Had the much-dreaded feeling you get when you wake up late and realise you need to go to work.
Serves me right for going out on a week night.
It was only ever supposed to be "one drink quickly after work". Infact, I planned on being home for about 1930.
Then one beer turned into 2, 3, 4 and then I lost count and went home at 0100.
Bloody Stella, the cause of all my pain.

Been a pretty laid-back day at work, though. I came in still staggering around a bit, had some coffee, and that's about all I've done.

My head's been sore for like 7 hours now though.

I need to go shopping after work, for something to wear to our little staff night out tomorrow. Can't particularly be bothered, but I do want to go and spend some money on myself.

I've developed some kind of weird love for Evanescence today. I've listened to "My Immortal" about 200 times.
And as for the lead singer...?

Must go, it's break time.
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