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Seeing as blogs are cool again, I thought I should jump on the bandwagon and post an unsurprisingly arsy rant.

According to Dr. Arnall (see http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,1995669,00.html) January 22nd is the most depressing day of the year. This is due (as you may read if you follow the link) to new year's resolutions having been broken, feeling poor since overspending over the festive month, and general feeling cold and miserable. I would like to contest this claim. Jan 23rd is clearly much, much worse.

The day began arsily. Terry Wogan was too much to bear when the alarm went off, so I switched from Radio 2 to spritely Radio 1. Big mistake (= new name for Chris Moyles). When he appeared in a recent TV countdown of the most irritating people of 2006, I sympathised with the man. Today, I agree. He has a cheesy jingle that is played at 7am that has remained in my head all day. Bad start. I was expecting a parcel (smashing new boots) so stayed at home until the post arrived. It was freezing. Mood declined. The post eventually arrived. I received a phone bill that was supposed to show a £50 credit from Orange for a phone that they "bought back" from me. I have been promised this money for 4 months now. Instead, it was a hefty bill, including a £15 charge for a replacement sim card (as previous one was stolen. Incidentally that took about 2 weeks and 4 hours on the phone to orange to sort out. Wankers). And no boots. So, to work. The walk was icy and treacherous. I realised I had forgotten my phone. After a morning of testing I ran home to pick it up, so I could call orange and scream hell at them. I find, on my doorstep, a "sorry you were out" card from the Post Office. I have to say that Leeds is the worst place in the world for arranging a redelivery. No new smashing boots for a good few days for me, now.

The rest of the day was consumed by Barclays Bank who, despite being notified of my stolen card at 8am on January 5th, after 3 phone calls and 2 visits to my local branch, have only today decided to put a message on the "system" to send me a new card. I also still haven't received my Natwest one. How am I supposed to pay for anything, I ask you? Orange were sickening. And the Post Office, worse. All day every day is spent sorting shit out. I am definitely keeping hold of the current bag.

It is also ridiculously cold.

I want a dog.

Moon. xxx

PS At least Shameless is on tonight. Fingers crossed I will be able to stay awake for it, instead of passing out on the sofa, waking up with my head at some bizarre angle as my neck and shoulders have swapped places, with contact lenses itching.