It's been another quiet day. I've managed to do the odd article, but a lot of today's 'work' has again depended on people getting back to me.

Slowly but surely my brain is shutting off. I had a really dumb moment before where someone phoned for one of the editors - I asked who it was and what it was regarding, put the guy on hold to see if said editor was available... and then totally forgot who had called and why.

I've been feeling a little fuzzy all day, really. I blame my lack of mental clarity on a combined lack of food (I've had sweet bugger all to eat today; breakfast and that's it), lack of sleep (I was dozing on and off all last night) and the fact that I've spent sections of the day distracted by thoughts about time spent at Jason's yesterday. What happened, what could have happened, etc.

Thankfully, only 50 minutes to go until home time. Tomorrow I'll bring in something substantial to eat - sandwiches, probably - cheaper than buying food around town! I'll have a few cups of tea as well; that's one thing today has been sorely lacking!

Now I'm just waiting on someone to e-mail me with details for another one of the stories from my to-do list. I hope she does so soon and gives me something to do. I think my brain is 90% dormant right now.

A very, very short entry because I'm knackered. I told Jason that I'd be able to sleep fitfully (barring insomnia) knowing that my phone was safe but a new worry took its place - without my phone, how the hell was I going to wake up on time? I barely slept.

Seriously, after this entry, I'm going back to bed.

Apparently I'd left a note last night instructing Dad to wake me up at seven. Good move, Intoxicated Kelza! *high fives self* So, I was up on time and set about immediately resuscitating myself with breakfast and a cup of tea.

Without my phone, I had no idea what time it was. Still, I got to the Job Centre on time. Jason met me there after a while and bestowed upon me my phone, which I've never been happier to see, hateful piece of technology though it is. Jason and I chatted a little while and he said he'd contact me some time next week. Mel's heading back to London on Monday so they've got to make the most of what time they've got. I hope they have an awesome time!

Anywho, Job Centre. My payment's been sorted so I'll be paid on Wednesday as usual. I start at TNG at 9:00 on Monday and it's a full time thing, but they'll be putting me on a placement - the Star, I hope, since it's what we've all agreed on. All I need to do is get the bus on Monday and find the place - it's near Cineworld, opposite a pub called the Phoenix. If I get an early enough bus I should have plenty of time to find it.

This is Sir Kelsalot the Directionally Challenged, signing out! Wish me luck!

Blimey! 23 infected items so far! I hope to god the scan is over soon because I want to get this bloody computer sorted out and then get some sleep.

Funny, isn't it, how I happen to discover all this malware late at night? When dealing with viruses, I follow the 'kill it before it kills you" school of thought... so I must stay up attacking it until it's gone.

Bloody inconvenient timing, if you ask me. Why couldn't I find a malware program in the morning? What a buggerance!

Methinks this needs to be vented in a novel of some sort. *starts getting ideas, all of which are lovely and bizarre*

Sian and I, after much texting, have agreed that the issue of my return to Ireland is a subject that requires much time and thought. It certainly isn't something to be taken lightly. Anyway, I really am off to bed now. Honest. I really am.

Scratch the hat. I'll work miracles and finish it tomorrow. This melancholy could be linked to sleep deprivation (let's face it, my sleep patterns have been just that bit erratic), so I'm off to bed!