Sick. Sick as a dog.
I am feeling exceptionally sorry for myself this morning. I'm curled up in bed with every duvet and blanket I can find on top of me, because I just don't seem to be able to keep warm. Had a very unpleasant night, the details of which I will not share with you.
Being ill is a bad thing. It needs to go away.
Wet, Wild & Walking
You'll find more in my growing New Year 2007 collection.
From the iPod #1
I recommend it highly if you ever have to spend a few hours correcting other people's Movable Type template errors.
Back at the Coal Face
After an entertaining 20 minutes prising my wife out of bed with a crowbar this morning (she wanted to be up at a reasonable hour this morning, and knew she wouldn't manage it alone), I am now back in the office.
I note that IS have (briefly) broken Movable Type while I was away, and that Windows Live Messenger is no longer working.
And I've had my quota of coffee for this morning.
I suspect that this is going to be a long, hard day.
Break for lunch
The long slog home has not proved too bad so far. Finally found an open pub for a spot of lunch.
Books, Glorious Books
This year's literary haul from my family:
Getting Down and Dirty with Natalie
For all the gentlemen of Business Development who expressed their admiration of Miss Natalie Portman at our Christmas Lunch:
QotD: One Lump or Two?
How do you take your tea or coffee?
Submitted by Vasquez.
I take my coffee as dark as night and as bitter as the heart of a woman scorned.
I take my tea in a nice mug.
