Workin' 7.15 to 6... Doesn't have the same ring to it.

I feel the irresistable urge of work stress prodding me with the stick of productivity. ...or something.

The hols are finally at an end and I'll have to start getting up in the morning and brushing my hair and plucking my eyebrows and stuff. I had this horrible thought about what would happen to me if I went into one of those 3 month coma things. After I had recovered and returned to the vivacious and active person I am, I'd look in the mirror and would discover what I really looked like. Without all the creams and potions and stuff. I don't have a product obsession, but after three or four days without tweezers there's a whiff of the monobrow about me. I think I might look like a fat Russell Brand after 3 months unconscious. In fact I might have that written down somewhere 'In event of coma lasting more that 3 days - please pluck out any stray eyebrow hairs. Ooh! and shave legs.'

Maybe something in the way of a tattoo.