So I woke up to the news that a friend of mine’s dog had been put down. That put me in a great mood for the day. I didn’t even know the bloody dog, only five. I just couldn’t get into work at all, I’ve really lost the will to live as far as GPU optimisation goes, shaving one hundred microseconds off a shader is tedious and boring.

I’m getting very pissed off with plumbers who fail to contact you, can’t understand simple fucking instructions or questions and produce quotes that are mostly meaningless. Then want to charge you three hundred quid for installing an extractor fan. I just really can’t be arsed with it anymore.

Went to the gym for Pump, Laverne seems to have Ebola so is coughing and spluttering over everyone. I’m sure she has flu, which is fine as I’ve had a jab. She should have too as she’s about ninety.

Came back and actually did some useful work. I’ve got flying on Sunday, not sure I can really be arsed with that either. I’ve seem to have spent the last ten hours doing emergencies in the circuit, which may look great on edited video but it does get very boring after a while. You just go round and round doing the same fucking thing at three hundred odd quid an hour. I’m tempted just to do the solo so I can tick off the bucket list, ‘I’ve flown a helicopter by myself’ and then just can it all. I’m not sure I can be assed to shall out another seven grand and take a load more exams. It’s coming up to Christmas, I hate fucking Christmas. I wish everyone would just fuck off.