Eeeeew, yuck! I came into the lab at 10.30 this morning, and the first thing I did was check my e-mail. And lo I got a forward from my ex-boyfriend whom I have officially cut out of my life and had put up a filter two months ago to delete his mail. The guy has obviously changed something in his address so that the filter didn't recognise it. What a grade A creep. Ick. I had to go through one of the messiest break-ups to gid rid of him, but in the end the only way I could get rid of him was to change two phone numbers to stop the f***er from effing calling me. I'm sorry, got a bit emotional there. Let me tell you guys, desperation and obsessiveness are serious, serious turn offs.

So do you ever sometimes look at yourself in the mirror and find yourself taken aback by how stunningly attractive you look? Because usually when you look at yourself in the mirror all you can see is this troll? Yes, that happened to me this morning as I was putting moisturiser on my face.

One of the perks of being a self-employed locum pharmacist is doing your own taxes. I meant that sarcastically, ofcourse. My tax return is due in at the tax office by the 31 of Jan, and I still haven't done it yet. I'm in a quandry, I've worked out how much tax I should pay, about £400, which isn't much. But should I pay it? Or should I pretend that I didn't earn enough for that year to pay tax? I mean I am a full time student after all. Should I? Shouldn't I? should i? shouldn't i? I probably will. But there'll be indignation in every stroke of my pen as I write in those figures on my tax return.