Scented nail polish has to be one of the strangest inventions of recent time. The concept of scented nail polish seems like a good one, until you realise that standing around and randomly sniffing your fingers makes you look like a fetishist and a pervert.
Enjoyed my token shift at The World of Books; it's always nice when the customers behave. My new shoes have given me blisters on the bottom of my toes (I didn't even realise you could get blisters there) and my promo shirt has given me a rash but I have come to the conclusion I am a firm lover of blue eyes. Jailbait had the day off, which was probably a good thing, but I got to have a lovely catch up with A. We're planning a proper social event involving beer (or cider) in the next few weeks. Excellent.
Tomorrow brings the Day Job and I really must pull my socks up and stop procrastinating there. I seem to work at only one of two levels - completely stressed out by the immense pressure that threatens to doom us all, or cruising at a level of laziness that really shouldn't be legal. School and university were the same. Perhaps I should spend my procrastinating hours doing something useful like tidying my emails or desk. I don't think it's healthy to discover a fermenting kiwi fruit where I spend 38 hours of my week.
