I feel exhausted. You know the sort of exhausted you feel when you're quite happy to just sit somewhere and stare into space? I feel that. So typing this is odd because my fingers keep getting confused. I have to delete most words and retype them to make actual existing words. I could leave it as messed up word jumbles, but I don't think that would be very easy to read. :-)

I saw my first new £5 note yesterday - the one with Elizabeth Fry on it. One side looks a bit like Monopoly money (though not to anywhere near such an extent as US dollars - do they have any anti-counterfeiting measures?!) and the other side (with Elizabeth Fry's picture on it) looks... colourful. £5 notes are the dodgiest of all banknotes. Most of them seem really tatty. And I don't think that situation's going to improve for a while, since they've temporarily decided not to issue any more of them.

You see, the new £5 notes have a problem. Some people noticed that you can actually rub the serial numbers off of them! Not all the notes, but enough for it to be a problem. They didn't say they were withdrawing the notes, just that they weren't going to issue any more until they'd sorted it out. What's even weirder is that one of the people who managed to do this said that he rubbed it once, and it smudged, so he rubbed it again and it disappeared. He didn't have any ink on his fingers. So what happened, exactly? Where'd the ink go? It's magic. Magic money. Fairy money. Reminds me of The Goblet of Fire, except that the money would have to vanish completely for it to be like that money. But I digress.

My brother went to see Attack of the Clones last night. He came leaping into my room, giving the film a double thumbs up, and grinning wildly. Then he started going, "How tall do you think Yoda is? This tall? This tall?" etc. Very odd. If he liked it there must be hope. He generally has quite good taste. :-)

You know, there were other things I meant to say, but I can't be bothered.

It's work's fault. There are supposed to be three of us and the manager around in the afternoon. One person's on holiday, one's had to take time off because of stuff, and the manager went home with a migraine. So in the afternoon it was just me and someone from downstairs manning the upstairs floor! Aaargh.

I can't take the pressure.

At least I get two days off next week.

God save the Queen!