And lo, the tissue boxes fear me, for I have annihilated their army...
Uggh. So. It turns out that when you say you'll get your ass into gear and deal with stuff the following morning, what ACTUALLY happens is that you get unexpectedly struck with Martian Death Flu (seriously, I have no idea where it came from (outer space?!?), no one else I know except Kat is sick and that would just be a scary transmission method) and end up spending the next three days in bed, completely miserable and useless. Hi, I have been feeling very sorry for myself. And holy crap, I do not remember feeling anywhere near this cruddy for ages. /whining
So, uh... I'm sort of back? And hopefully I'll even manage to get to work tomorrow, whereupon I shall find out just how extra-special screwed we are there (I had a huge to do list for Monday. It did not include "be at home unable to function") and... yeah. Going to try and catch up on things a little now, if you were/are expecting email or stuff from me, please bear with me for the next little while.
So, uh... I'm sort of back? And hopefully I'll even manage to get to work tomorrow, whereupon I shall find out just how extra-special screwed we are there (I had a huge to do list for Monday. It did not include "be at home unable to function") and... yeah. Going to try and catch up on things a little now, if you were/are expecting email or stuff from me, please bear with me for the next little while.