Matt.

After getting back from the hospital in the early hours of the morning, getting up for work was a struggle. I thought it would be a terrible day, but it was actually rather nice. I got to work with Emma whom I haven't really seen since Christmas, and we smashed our seemingly unattainable target for the day.

In the evening, Cindy, Matt and I took off to the pub for a nice little tipple. The conversation took a turn for the existential, and by the time I got to bed, my tired head was spinning. Not just because of the beer.