Every single 6 weeks I promise myself that I will not leave all my boring paperwork until the last minute, yet here I am again ruining my night off by having to do it for tomorrow morning.And, even though I have loads to do tomorrow you just know I'm going to have to finish it then and blag a way of handing it in on Tuesday.I am so shit with time management its untrue. Its made more annoying by the fact that I was looking forward to a day on the lash tomorrow but now I've got all this to do. Why do I waste my time with tv? Damn you JB Fletcher and Dr Mark Sloan.

To top it all,Jeremy the bloody beagle has just messed up all the receipts I had sorted out by getting amorous with his furry shag piece of a hat on top of them (My office is so messy I opted to sort them out in front of the telly. Big mistake)

I need a breather.

Met Jane this evening after work to discuss plans for Claires hen do. We have agreed on NO penis straws,no matching hats/home printed slogan t-shirts,L plates etc. Im glad we are on the same wave length.

Pub wise not much has happened today. I refused this young looking lad beer cos he had no ID and had his trousers tucked into his socks. Surely no one over 18 does that do they? Well, thats what I told him. He looked quite blank when I gave him my reasons.I think that means I was right.