Work, work, work (and very little play) makes Boo a monster...

Spent last night lying on the floor bemoaning life, eating crap and watching comedy (Mitchell and Webb is improving (getting more preposterous) with every week) - Numberwank! Got an early night which was rudely intrupted by the neighbours at 2.30am singing along to shite music. Had to move to the floor in the front room instead - drunken, cunting bastards. Having fun while I'm not having any...as you can see, it hasn't helped my general dark mood at all...work, work, work, horror, horror, horror - looking forward to the weekend though. I'm hoping to get quite drunk...nice to have a life aim, it is.