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May. 17th, 2006 09:19 pmWhy is it, I want to know, that my dreams are *so* much more interesting than real life? Last night's dreams involved Saving The World, and Escaping From Pursuit, and all kinds of exciting things. From which I have to drag myself, still heavily under the influence of Night Nurse (which probably has much to do with said dreams) and into the office for a Really Boring Meeting that I really couldn't miss.
Sigh.
And just when we were about to give up on the broadband transmitter, it seems to have decided to be one again, for no reason known to man or beast, since all rebooting it did was get it working for 10 minutes before it became a dumb modem again. So herewith some rambling so people know I'm still alive, or what passes for it in Bicester.
And then Kit rings me up from Rome to tell me he's wandering around the Colliseum, the sky's blue, the sun's been blazing down all day, and the wimin are such tarts Angie would fit right in.
Back to the Night Nurse, methinks.
Sigh.
And just when we were about to give up on the broadband transmitter, it seems to have decided to be one again, for no reason known to man or beast, since all rebooting it did was get it working for 10 minutes before it became a dumb modem again. So herewith some rambling so people know I'm still alive, or what passes for it in Bicester.
And then Kit rings me up from Rome to tell me he's wandering around the Colliseum, the sky's blue, the sun's been blazing down all day, and the wimin are such tarts Angie would fit right in.
Back to the Night Nurse, methinks.