At work we had a bad-busy stretch, and I am sharing a desk and phone with a woman on the edge. We had a day where her one genuine laugh (that I witnessed) seemed to be after she said that she didn't know where her time had gone. I explained that losing time is one of the signs of alien abduction.

Later in the week I could smell sausage rolls - but other people could not. That led me to wonder whether I was having a stroke, because that could be one of the signs. There really were sausage rolls though.

I think that an interesting facebook application could be.... you know they track your likes for advertising. So there should be an application that just selects random 'like's. With enough of that, then the data would be garbage. Except I guess they could tell whether a 'like' was application generated.

I've made it through to the end of one of my x-ists... but this week coming I start with a new ist. This is how I now seem to refer to collections of health professionals.

Google success means that your thoughts aren't original. This can be really good when you listen to a new band and you know that voice sounds *exactly* like.... someone. The Editors are quite good, and I didn't need to go mental or listen to half of my CDs to work out that the vocals remind me of Echo And The Bunnymen.

Some of the work stress that's been going on... diet pills.