Sigh.

I hate writing CVs.

I've successfully managed to avoid doing it for just over two years now, but I know I have to get on with it.

However, it has taken me the best part of an hour to write my name and address.

Well, there are just so many formatting options, and it's an important bit, ya name.

Obviously, I will then follow with the Education part...and then anything else factual...like the other headings...anything to avoid actually writing job descriptions, skills, ME, yawn yawn.

"Interests: Goldfish, Hans, Casillero del Diablo Cab-Sauv, and Gu."

I'm so bloody lazy. Such a procrastinator.

Today I had planned to at least pick all my clothes up off the floor. I can't even find a clean BRA. I also wanted to carry on shifting the furniture around, tidy up the kitchen, clean out Lucy (a g a i n)...there was something else...oh yes. Shower.

However, have only managed the following:

Changed nose stud back to green stoned one.
Moved floor-clothes away from edge of bed so that I can get on and off it easier.
Wiped the scum off the draining board.
Eaten eggs.
Eaten biscuits.
Eaten two chicken en croute things, with ham and cheese (nutritious).
Eaten ice cream.
Drank a shit load of Vimto.
Napped.
Taken photos of blisters.
Watched Who Dares Sings!
Now mourning that hour of televised karaoke as time I will never have back to do something more useful, like...well, wanking or something.

Fuck.

Bridget Jones' Diary just started.

*reaches for corkscrew and remote*

Ahh. Big Brother.

...Oh yeah. CV. Oh well. I'll do it tomorrow.