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Hmmm - I can either go now, and be home by 7:20, but miss the end of the cricket, or sit here, do some more work, and not get home till half eight, but see the end of the cricket, and claim a bit of overtime...

Amazingly, it may have to be the latter...

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I did go home in the end, because my brain capsized. And after a delayed train home, and walking home in the presence of the Full-Bore Asshole, even a plate of fish and chips has been insufficient to raise my mood.

There's only one thing for it - Withnail.

[The Full-Bore Asshole, by the way, can be spotted (in the maleof the species, anyway) by its inability to pass any overhanging thing between 1 and 3 feet above its head without trying to swing on it like a chimpanzee. It's aiming rather too high up the chain of evolution, but otherwise the comparison is quite apt]

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well, that sort of worked. Withnail and I is my supreme displacement activity, if nothing else, and is a very pleasant way to spend two hours not learning anything.

Still feeling pretty cruddy though. Work was depressing, and will become more so - and while I am leaving, that of course leaves me with a new set of problems, such as the pain of dealing with employment agents.

Life just feels more than usually pointless right now - I think being in the midst of a long notice period at a job often has that effect, because there isn't a mad rush to finish everything, but the day of release is still a long way away.

Generally speaking I haven't got too much trouble with just getting on with life, but at the moment a great deal of it seems too much like hard work.

I suspect I need to generate a Plan. But that has never been one of my strong suits (see earlier comment re getting lost).

Or I just need to damned well Cheer Up! Yes, that might be it...