1. Pain. The crick in my neck is turning into proper burning-hell like pain. What drugs will kill it?
2. My god, did that girl in my office really just walk past wearing half-cut off leggings? LOLsome.
3. Marlboro lights gave me a posh tin for an extra 10p! Good to know I can leave my will in something indestructable when I die of cancer.
Right, back to work. It just felt wrong working for a proper 30 minute-long stretch at once, as my boss is in New York and I surely should just be taking the piss as a matter of course.