someone needs to hurry up and invent a transporter device. one end in edinburgh and the other end in kirkcaldy is all that's needed. by thursday evening if poss. ta vary much.

wheee!

okay, so i'm in the office on my own on a friday evening banging my head against a system that i've been trying to fix for weeks, and it's dark outside and i forgot tom's birthday and there are all sorts of work- and en-related shenanigans going on, but... well... how can i put it...

i met a boy.

and as if by some ethereal force not wanting me to share any more with you just now, my bastard program is finally fixed, and i am free to head out into the night humming to myself.

god, i hope the MTV-wannabees have gone home.