Day 53

Didn't get to sleep for hours, fought off unpleasant thoughts. Why do those things always get at me on Sunday nights?

Went through my job applications file, threw away reams of propaganda but kept every blank sheet for scrap paper. Actually opened the NRA and Weffolk County Council envelopes I was too depressed to open back in November - as I suspected, nothing important, except mention of a journal Opportunities about public sector vacancies. Was very put off by the aggression and commercialism of a lot of the propaganda brochures.

Still no sign of the missing £10 which I'd intended to put in the tin for the weekend. I can't've spent it.

Let's hope tomorrow's better, eh? Mondays under the new order have all been pretty bad, with the shining exception of last week's Bank Holiday Monday. Ah well.