God yesterday was just the worst, most boring day I’ve had in ages. I’ve got very little work to do, and the work I have got is both pointless and mind-numbing. On top of that, our office is currently plagued by a million tiny black flies that are coming out of the pot plants. They are attracted by the CO2 you breathe out, which means they end up flying right around your mouth and eyes, making them impossible to ignore and causing me to keep leaping backwards and flapping my arms throughout the day like I’m having a minor hallucination.
So not only am I bored rigid, I’m also undergoing psychological torture, and it’s driving me CRAZY.
On a lighter note, BBC weatherman Matt Taylor is gorgeous. I want to bite him.