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So. AGES a go, someone on my flist had this FANTASTIC Lost icon which read "Annyong! Annyong!" and now I can't find it! But it was SMASHING and I'd like to use it. So if anyone knows what the hell I'm talking about, let me know, please?

I worked five straight hours today without time to even look at the damn clock. Towards the end of the slog, my concentration was suffering I'd be looking at a fifty pence piece, a five pence, two tens and a penny, and wondering what the hell it was that I was trying to do. (Answer: give the block his fucking change already.) Also, the new age-check guides on the tills are really slowing me down. I always think I've scanned everything through but then the screen's froze on the "is this customer over the legal age?" thing and it turns out I have t rescan everything. NIGHTMARE.

That said, the shift was busy, and one of the customers was L, the guy who works in the shop during vacation. This means I won't have to do a many shifts next week, and even if I do, I'll have someone to talk to. Huzz.

So, I finally finished season 1 of Lost. I'm now onto season 2 (natch) and I'm still super confused (although I'm told this is sort of The Point; it's okay, I watched Alias. I was trained for prolonged suspense) but still enjoying it.

Last night, after my uncle and his family left, we all sat down to watch Inside Man. I'd seen it before, but it's still a good watch.

I think tonight we're watching the BBC1 screening of No.1 Ladies Detective Club. Yay for family shenans.