The other day, in the tea break, one of my colleagues was finishing a sentence and pronounced "culture" all weird. Another colleague asked him what went wrong and he said, "I forgot that, when you're speaking, you can't choose another word when you're in the middle of one". What he meant was, I've been on Second Life too long today and I've forgotten how to talk.

OK, so I don't share an office with Napoleon Dynamite and, geeky as they are, the people I work with at the moment are dead nice. When they're alright with talking, they've got some good chat. Plus, they take two half-hour breaks every day in addition to a healthy hour-long lunch break. Score!

The job's a bit repetitive (copy-editing) but it's not soul-crushing. I went to visit my old uni town last weekend to catch up with everyone. It made me want to move back, but things aren't easy. My two friends, also trying to get into magazine journalism, are having a tough time of it: one's working her arse off for £10k (yes, that's per annum); the other's having to apply for jobs in towns a half-hour train ride away. Ouch!

So, what to do: live and work with people you love, or live at home and save your pennies for travel/further education?

It's Testosterone Tuesday on telly - currently filling out a job app until Last Man Standing/Sharpe turns up at 9pm... Bis.