I have done a number of 'good' things today, some productive and all of them benificial in some way. I have finally got some where re: the fridge that has been dumped and is used by crackheads outside my front door. I spoke to someone in the antisocial behavior unit and they gave me a managers name that I cantact to get it removed.
I have answered alot of the correspondence that has been piling up at work (too little too late, I was given my leaving date yesterday).
I have had a pooh, hallelujah! I haven't had one of those in two and a half days and I was begining to worry.
I met Gary Rhodes and got his autograph and I watched him and Boris get on a routemaster bus destined for Leadenhall Market where they were going to share some bread and butter pudding with some papperatzzi.
I have not picked my head once.
I helped the maintenence man with the scanner.
I realised that during two and a half hours in the pub with my work mates yesterday I had to urinate five times-that's once every half an hour. And I had to go again when I got home. I think I shall monitor this a little more closely, not for any reason just out of my own interest.

That's it. My day so far. I'm at work, bored and I begrudge working as much as I usually would because I'm leaving in two weeks time. I'm finally going to have to tackle that question: what do you want to do with your life?
I'm too old for careers advice. Here's what I want.
To dress in normal clothes-not formal stuffy suits.
To be close to home-not travelling across London or to the outskirts, I live in the centre for convenience. What is the point if I then have to work in Harrow?
To do something challenging and interesting but not stressful.
Somewhere I can work my way up a career ladder so I can earn more money and get the fuck out of this city before I die here!