I was given an X-Box for my birthday. Actually, I was given one before my birthday, but that's kind of another story.

So I knew I had become a tidge obsessed by it. Getting in ten minute bursts of playing Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic before I left for work was kind of a giveaway, as was waiting for my flatmate to go out so I could play from as soon as I got home until I went to sleep with a nice glass of red wine and some popcorn as my only companions (bliss). I have kitted out my favourite Sim with the kind of house decor I secretly yearn for, I have preordered Sudeki and Fable, and made my sister promise me to buy KOTOR2 for Christmas. I'm even considering buying a dance mat as a way of doing some exercise (no going out into the real world for me, no!).

But I didn't realise how bad it had got until I did this test.

Game Addict Bear.
Wow, I'm surprised that you even pulled yourself away from your videogames long enough to take this quiz... Game Addict is your name and games are, well, your game... Ok, you are dismissed, you can return to your Xbox now

In other news, my political compass is Economic Left/Right: -7.38, Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -5.49 which puts me down as sharing an ethos with Nelson Mandela and Gandhi...

It's been a long slow day.

We had a cracking front page (mine :)) which completely crapped on our competition who did the same story (about a policeman done for downloading child porn) but didn't go to court and instead cobbled together some hearsay from a police press release. So their splash was that he might be jailed, except the judge said he won't be because the severity of the pictures wasn't bad enough. The whole story is littered with errors and I feel very smug indeed.

But once the smugness had cleared... so the boredom remains. Yep. I am so bored I have updated my blog twice in two days - surely pushing the planets out of alignment. Before you know it cows will give birth to frogs or other oddball portents of doom will occur...

Except I have found the funniest site ever care of Something Awful, and spent a happy amount of time reading it. Bear in mind there are rude words (I know how you are of such gentle sensitivities) but enjoy... The Messiah lives. In New York. And I don't think Mel Gibson will be making a sequel to the movie about him.

Check it out

Ok. I'm a tidge depressed.

This is rare for me generally. While I'm not a 'tra la la the hills are alive with the sound of music, let me go and hug this bunny rabbit' kind of a girl, generally nothing much gets to me hugely.

I have a job I like, bearable home situation (kinda), good friends (and now even an X-box! :P) so what more could one woman want??

Well. A new job would be nice. And a chance to move back home and kickstart my life.

By some miracle I passed the NCE first time (those sacrifices to the gods of typo protection obviously paid off) and I'm now raring to wander back to my home turf with a spangly new job as a senior.

But are there any such jobs?? Nah, don't be daft.

So I applied for this job that was basically a glorified website sub (but they call you a 'web journalist' and can therefore pay you less), not sure that I even wanted it. The salary was too low, and it was techy and less writing based than I'd like.

I dragged myself off to the interview, jumped through the requisite hoops (including a literacy test because, hey, the GCSEs, A-Levels, degree, postgrad, NCE and cuttings file were just a bit *inconclusive*) and still remained unconvinced I even wanted the thing.

So why, when I get the letter of rejection (Rejection. such a harsh word!) do I feel like I've been kicked in the gut??The funny thing is in the letter the guy who interviewed me said he felt I was interested more in writing than the subbing and therefore wasn't right for the role... so I obviously put myself across right lol. But I'm still peeved.

Meh. I think I've bored myself! I think watching DVDs and drinking wine alone in the house (no flatmate!) might cure me enough to climb out of the pit of my doldrums.

Although I seem to have scraped my knee on the way down here though...