Bollocks, don't know what happened to me this week. There was simply nothing to write about. The main problem was, I was actually in a good mood for most of this week and found absolutely nothing to get angry about. Not even the smarmy email from my least favourite staff member (well, that did provoke a sputtering of bile, but not enough to fuel my rage). And I didn't lose my shirt on the Cheltenham Gold Cup. I've been left the collar.
Work really have to stop putting Prozac in the watercoolers. It's stunting my creativity.