Overtired and underaccesorised.

This morning I was struck by the realisation that I was entering the identification codes of registers onto an access database to create a 'register of registers'. It really has come to this, I cannot adequately express my incredulity at how different my life is from what I thought it would be.

But that's ok.

However, last night and the night before, I wasted an hour and a half each night watching the abysmal bollocks that was the ITV drama 'Walk away and I stumble'. For Fucks Sake, how manipulative and just plain bad does a piece of television have to be?! Tamsin Outhwaite was bad, Mark Strong was bad, that woman off that other awful TV thing was bad, and yet, when the denoument was upon me last night (loving that word 'denoument', but have possibly spelt it horribly wrong, will say exposition instead), and yet, when the exposition was upon me, I found myself crying like a baby.

So that's the second time in one evening I have found myself crying at some dreadful piece of TV, the first being when a hyperactive American made over some crazy woman's house (he gave it a lift - A LIFT!), she was screaming "It's so AWESOME", and "Oh My GOD", and I nearly threw a brick through the television. Except then her son came to see it and he was in a wheelchair after a terrible accident and he was crying, and she was crying and then I was crying...

I know what you're thinking, and it's not, I know that it sounds like it is, but it's really not, that's been and gone, which makes it all the more weird....

Only thing for it, going to have to either give up TV altogether, or just watch porn.