Has been hectic at work this past couple of days. It must be the pipework, because all of a sudden I'm channelling Naomi Tyack with alarming accuracy. I'm fucking up about once every two seconds, I know nothing about what I'm doing and I can see those around me rapidly losing patience. I'm not quite up to Tyack's high standards yet -- I've thus far avoided using 48 point font in any of my calculations, and haven't handed anyone a map for a task, blissfully unaware of the canal that crosses the length of the map and that will make the task impossible to complete -- but I feel myself getting close. And you know the funny thing? I'm going to be on this until August at least.

Tried to get some reviewing done this last couple of nights, but I seem to be failing badly. Two nights on one submission and I'm only halfway through. Needless to say I haven't got any writing done either. What have I been doing? Certainly not going out, and there's been nothing on the telly to adequately distract me. Hmmm.

Puzzling.