The guy who sits opposite me at work keeps his stapler in the cardboard box it came in.

I've got a gig tonight.

I lost weight this week, but my trousers still look dodgy around my belly.

I've not had much sleep so far this week.

I have a headache.

I spoke a swearword very quietly to the car which zoomed over the zebra crossing I was about to cross at lunchtime.

My desk is a mess.

I'm finding music to be a distraction today.

Randy Newman's Faust is okay, but there's only one really good song in it.

I want to set up a comedy gig or workship (undecided) in Reading.

We've not heard much about The Musical! in quite a while. I should chase up the people who wanted to do a production of it. I should also get back to writing my radio adaptation of it.

I finished the write up of the first 50 of my World's Worst 100 Websites. In doing that, I decided not to help get the Nazi website any more traffic. I will be wittholding its URL and exact name. I may even put a clown's hat on the chief Nazi.

I think that owning a cat would be easier than owning a dog.

People are eating sweets and biscuits in the office. I had a salad at lunch.

Fat people don't eat too much, they just don't poo enough. (I wish I'd thought of that.)