A smudge of excrement surging out to sea..

That pretty much sums up my day. To be precise: "I'm a smudge of excrement on a tissue surging out to sea with a million tons of raw sewage." As quoted in'Sideways' by the sombre looking fellow in the blue top.

What caused such a shit pile-up you may ask. The equation is ShitPileUp = little sleep + malevolent employers x everybody yelling at me (I am now 6 1/2 hours short this week). This all ended with me bursting into tears like many a Hollywood actress. Amidst my sobs I found time to claim solidarity with Jada Pinkett Smith, Whoopi Goldberg and Kermit the frog..

Preceding today's events was last nights weekly antics with Messers Watkins and Kitson. After the original plan of Jaflongs fell foul of Kitson's constitution we made haste to Garfunkels. Watkins and I broke with tradition by selecting the delectable Hunter's Chicken, while Mr. K opted for something that you'd usually feed your pets. This was followed by the infamous 'Bomberman' at which Kitson had somewhat of a resurgence. We're still performing tests so as to determine how he triumphed. Early signs point to the residue of some local cider being responsible. I'll keep you posted..