Sniffles!

I'm feeling just a little snotty and gross.

I blame the ever shifting UK weather.

Although, since getting the bar-bells I have really been observing the 'Workout One Day, rest one day' rule, and a sniffle might be the way my body is reminding me to allow adequate recovery time.

Whatever. I'll just throw vitamins down my throat and see what happens.

Other news: Instead of walking into the living room and turning on the TV, I'm trying to get into the habit of throwing on a CD instead.

The idea is that having music playing might inspire me to be more creative, while the Lobotomy-box does the opposite.

Although tonight I don't know whether I feel like busting out the laptop and making some music or going to the library and finding some interesting books.

There is a really go show on Channel 4 on Thursday Nights called House, a medical Black Comedy with Hugh Laurie, playing an American Doctor in the titular role.

Hugh Laurie actually looks scruffy and world weary in it, something I wouldn't have believed possible.

It is a really good show and I reckon my Dad would love it.

Then again, I thought that he would like Scrubs.

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Tomorrow I make more calls to my agencies to get work.

And e-mail people.

And stuff.

I worry that if I don't get a great job before I use my return ticket, I won't be allowed to come back.

Worrying's not going to help.

Getting a job is.

J