Did I use that as a subject title before? If so, I do apologise. But it just seems so real. Today, I've been reclusive, which has been happening a lot of late. Not that it didn't happen before, just that it wasn't so frequent. Maybe it's the pain and strain of exams, although I like to think that I have a cool head.

I actually had the day off work today, so I watched the qualifying session at Monaco. How I dearly wish I was there...Jacques was doing dreadfully, even worse than the Jaguars, and was 21st out of the 21 drivers who had actually set a time. The BAR wasn't working well at all. That bloody twat James Allen turned on him, like he usually does, despite waxing lyrical about him when he was up in 3rd place in Austria only two weeks previously. Then, like the champion he is, he came through, put it well and truly ahead of Panis and qualified 14th out of 22, which has to be considered a good result under the circumstances. Juan's on pole though, no cheating Kraut in sight (well, not until 3rd position anyway), so hopefully we'll get a Williams win. Of course, a BAR win would be better, but there's more chance of Morrissey touring than that happening (ahem).

I watched Big Brother last night, and made a pact to stay loyal and true to it. But I probably shan't. What enjoyment could one possibly get from watching people in a house? Sigh...I have to say, several of them are most certainly annoying. Especially Jade from London (who looks as if she fell on her face at birth, looking at the distinctly piggy-type features she sports), and Lee, the bodybuilding black guy who thinks he's mental. And Jonny the fireman from County Durham, who must use three tubs of gel per day to make his hair spiky. How will he survive? And Sandy, the stereotypical Scottish pervert-looking kilt-wearing old fat slob.

See, I'm hooked already. I could go out tonight, and I'm swithering. Only to my friend's house, y'see. My mum asked me if I was going, and when I said I wasn't sure, she said "All work and no play makes Jacques a dull boy". Honestly! I was quite shocked at this remark. But anyhoo, enough said.

Working tomorrow, between 2pm and 6pm, and then I shall go for a bath, try to relax, and go to sleep early before stressing out over my Maths exam on Monday. Argh! I'll survive. Take care, all.