Well, I'm the middle of booking my flights, and in a wek with two plane crashes, no less. Girl without fear.
Or rather girl in mortal dread of what cycnus39 will do to her if she doesn't get those tickets in order, sharpish like. J
You'll have to ask my vcr how he enjoyed last night's tv as I didn't get much of a chance to watch anything last night (there was an ick factor). Weirdly, I wuld have been watching EC9, which I don't nomally watch, but Andrew Lincoln's latest ennded up there, and not the ABC (mercy!) so that's what I taped. I would have watched CSI and Taken, too, but it all sort of blurred together. Isn't it funny when it does that, you think you're watching the same programme, but you're not, but somehow you've made it make some sort of sense in your head.
Wild night, anyway. It's kind of fun, to get so sick I get trippy. Whee!
I think I'm gonna have to rent Taken. I've missed so many episodes now that if it ever made sense, it sure doesn't now.
Was up early this morning (still icky) and managed to read an issue of DD (man, I love it) and type up stuff, and now I've finally churned my way through my in box, which is full to overflowing once more so I feel needed and included again.
Took 'em well over an hour to notice that I'd crumpled into a little heap under my desk yesterday, but they explained they were willing to turn a blind eye to my skiving off for 45 minutes, but then started to worry. Well, that's generous of them. Now I know how much skiving off time I have - grin.