Can you tell that I'm in a bad mood yet?
So, I'm slowly demolishing piles of work and some demon comes and puts it all back in the middle of the night and I start again - it's like some kind of hellish punishment, but without the liver, which is probably a good thing.
Tomorrow I go to Stirling in the morning and then run back here as soon as I can because there's so much to do. Not that Stirling's a thrilling place that I'll miss hanging around in as such, but I hate being rushed.
I've been dieting for a year now, which means I've also been a year without eating a burger. I have no desire to eat a burger ever again, but what should I do to celebrate lasting a year?