Irritations

Can't find iPod charger. It is in the house somewhere, but every drawer contains a muddle of stuff that seems when I look inside to turn to a shattered mirror with nothing clearly discernible. Just been out to the car to scour around in nooks and crannies but with no luck. This is trivial and mundane but also hugely annoying.

Hoping for cheery drinks in the pub last night, but it was a gloomy little session with much depressing talk about prospects. Ended with the feeling that this line of work won't last as long as I want/need it to. Also, suspect I may have caused upset with a clever-dick remark as a little grouplet not in our company left. Stupid ass.

Most irritating, the topic of blogs came up amid general derision and then someone chipped in with: "Do you still do yours?" I could hardly deny it but hope the subject will be forgotten. Fuck, buggeration and bollocks.