TGIF

Miserable day at the office, I very nearly told both G and U (separately) to kiss my ass. I think we can safely say that the experiment (i.e. my continuing to work there) has failed. It just is not worth the stress and aggravation and bad feelings. The worst of it is that this negativity is somehow contagious: I descend to their level and join in the bitchery and whining; I do not wish to be that person.

Two more weeks until Spain, hooray. Two days off next week, double hooray.

Headache, sore stiff neck (posture related = stress related); I shall go to bed as soon as I've posted this.

I would already be in bed if it weren't for the burning need, the absolute non-negotiable necessity, to post today's Friday Favourite: one of the best songs of 1979, from a band at the peak of its powers. I saw them at the Electric Ballroom in Hammersmith when they were touring this album; they played a twenty-minute version of this song that was many minutes too short: everyone was dancing, even the bouncers were dancing. Happy days.