I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

Good grief, I'm tired, and I haven't even done anything fun to deserve it.

If you print out a copy of the most recent accounts for each of the companes in the Co-Op roup, the resulting pile is about 18" high.

Caffeine has woken up my fingers but my brain is still asleep.

I think the insides of my eyelids must be all scar tissue; I found out I have a big blob of mascara on my left contact lens, and only realised something was wrong because it kept getting in the way of things I was looking at. I can't feel it at all.

dr_wez has me thinking about werehamsters.

I have to review & summarise the government's recent consultation paper on research & development ("Supporting Growth in Innovation: Enhancing the R&D Tax Credit"). Could be interesting; is actually 90% "aren't we wonderful" rubbish from Gordon Brown. I Hate That Man.

I was going to shave my legs (I'm as furry as a werehamster atm) & spoil myself when I got home tonight, but think I'll need a nap instead. It's AD&D (which always finishes late) and we're giant-bashing. Hurrah! for killing off excessively tall things. Hurrah! in fact, for playing a necromancer (no, *not* a perky goth one, karohemd :p) who hates undead. And Hurrah! for seeing the Blond Ex, and finding out how his engagement's going.

Hurrah! too, for wearing seamed fishnets :) I got hooted at (by a BMW, but I'm not picky when I can't remember the last time it happened).

No hurrah for the lunch laid on at the technical meeting today not having a fruit platter :(

And a final Hurrah! for seeing a Morgan :)