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So all my snowboarding aches and bruises have receded. All except my left arm that is, which seems to be getting worse. A visit to the doctor (my first in about a billion years) seems on the cards as I appear to have somehow properly broken myself.

Friday was crazy. Rich went to lunch and never made it back into work. He finally (after a whole load of phonecalls) got more of us to join him in the bar at about 4. I left at 7, came back about 10 and he was still there. He finally got ejected at about 12. Poor guy slept on the sofa at work

I'm trying to figure out what I should be good at . Everyone should be (and seems to be) *really* good at at least one thing. I'm pretty good at my job, but I sit amid 6 guys who are a whole lot better (don't get me wrong, that's a great thing - I learn a shitload from this lot every day). One of the artists from work is taking off on a three month leave, so a load of us went out for sushi and drinks on Saturday. Now, I used to be able to draw pretty good, but I can't draw for shit now, and when I saw all this guy's incredible artwork up in his house I really wish I'd stayed into it, at least a bit. Then Joe who was out with us was complaining that he's talentless. Apart from he's an animator for Sony and when we got back to the house he picked up the guitar and busted out a load of songs whilst we sat 'round drinking. Myself, I'm about as musical as a brick.

I'm *definitely* not good at poker, but I fluked my way into the money again tonight. And Cathy made us all dinner.