TPS report My speech went well. I got two recruits, woot woot. I was totally whoofled afterwards and my Better Half and I took the Last Bus (fulla chavs) back to town.→[More:] The test, still not back yet (for the cyst), but fuck it. I was supposed to go see a friend off as she moves to Glasgow so skipped out of a political thing, then she cancelled. (grr) so sitting here bare-assed at the moment, watching Hollyoaks. Might have a hash, then a bath.

Full of anxiety at the job. How do people work without worrying they're gonna get sacked, esp. in Britain where people are less forthright about it when you are sucking? Request for comment.