Neither Istanbul (Nor Constantinople)

So Cliffey is updating his blog once more, and I'm damned if I'm going to update less than him - I don't see why should he get the proverbial drop on me just because he actually has something worth writing about. So you can either read about his tedious adventures in Eastern Europe, or you can come here and read about how I spent most of my day on Cracked.com (or I guess you could do both).

Today was my last contracted day at Next, and while I was in the dark as to whether they were intending to keep me on or not, I decided (admittedly after a lot of discussion and convincing from Sarah) to force the issue this morning and call it a day. So I worked one last shift, and informed my manager that my work there was done*. I think they had intended to keep me 'til Christmas but frankly I only wanted a summer job anyway.

Besides, I have bigger fish to fry because as of tomorrow, my #1 priority is research for my third year dissertation. This 10,000 word behemoth is worth about 25% of my overall grade and as yet I'm not even sure what I'm going to be writing about. So, um, any suggestions?

In other news: I have a mouth ulcer, except on my tonsils. Experts have characterised the situation as "pretty fuckin' gay". 

Joel.

*Although technically I didn't finish putting that last rail of clothes out before I left. Whoops!