Ok, just a quick entry, as you can see, it's already way past my bed time.
Sleep this morning was continually interrupted from 7:45 am onwards courtesy of construction work outside Hence I didn't get to work until about 11:00 am. I suppose I really should be grateful for the flexibility I have in working hours, but the pittance I get as reward is somehow a balance.
Today was more characterization data entry. My list of compound blew out as I had to add my "Blue Folder" series which had been lost on the computer. Fortunately I had a hard copy, and by the end of the day (~5:30 pm) I had reentered or entered a lot of the data. No social commitments today, just watching the supervisor buzz about like a wounded fly trying to get the conference back on the rails.
Came home, had toasted pizza sandwiches for dinner (better than you might expect) and then chatted on ICQ to Soba and crashed. Got up, watched TV, then showered and shaved. All in all, about an average and predictable day for me as it is possible to get.
This of course raises the question of why I am bothering with a diary entry tonight at all, and the answer is that I guess this is as much now part of my daily routine as having an evening nap.
On my last box of Roaccutane, so that means 20 days to go hurrah, hurrah.
Sent an email to Peta because at home Internet connect is less convenient. Also wrote to Red, but didn't have much to say.
Mrs Doak flew back to N.Z. this morning, I had hoped to ring her last night, but as expected my phone was out of money. Still, it was good to finally meet her.
Ok, time for sleepy, tomorrow will undoubtedly be as predictable as today, but then I've only got two more official working days before I can rest, I guess I may as well make them as bland and disinteresting as possible. ;)
Ok, now that bed thing in the corner of my room, what was it for again? *g*