Bleargh!

[blamebrampton]

Working in an office on a Sunday (as opposed to romantically writing freelance in a cafe while having the friendly staff pop by with regular cups of coffee to ask questions that make you sound Incredibly Interesting (I tip well, and our local caff resembles a performance art space half the time)) is a TERRIBLE WASTE OF A SUNDAY.

Though at least I felt morally virtuous in cheering up my friend who was also there, and we were able to have a little sing-along, which was when Security came by to check we were all right ... but who expects office sanity on the weekend?

I have an enormous amount of writing to accomplish in the next nine days. Please feel free to nag. I rate the probability of me finishing it at about 74%. This figure will be revised down to about 52% if it turns out that Sarah Palin actually resigned because of something irresistibly HILARIOUS.

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There is a household insect spray that contains the main killing ingredient for them. Alas, so many years since I took a boy's room apart to solve the same problem that I cannot tell you the brand or even the chemical. But the internet will know!

And I recorded Rove to watch the Potter interviews (because I like to show willing) and his coverage of Michael Jackson's death had the banner line 'Jack of it'.

I suspect I might like Rove more than I think I do ...