I have insulted the professional image that the workplace strives to attain in many ways, including wearing shorts, sandals, forgetting to wear a shirt, then giving up entirely on shirts, odd socks... the list goes on. Today, a new pinnacle was reached, as I computed that there would not be enough time to go home to shave, thus made use of the soap and a razor that I hastily purchased from the chemist. Bled for an hour. Sigh.

In the spirit of mindless collecting, the music collection has risen to 90Gb. Quantity has long usurped quality as the modus operandi, with Shakira entering the fold. Ick.