This is very odd

My flat suddenly seems huge. It really shouldn't. It's exactly the same size it always was, and currently contains much that is not mine, but it no longer contains Random and is strangely quiet and wrong-feeling. I suppose that's what I get for getting used to things. Made the journey back from Coventry in double-quick time, so as not to get to bed at stupid o'clock. I think it took just under 1 and a half hours, which isn't bad going at all.

Sleep happens.

Call for an aide memoir

This is for those of you going to the Discworld con shortly. I know I have certain things that I need to bring with me. I need to bring my Billy Connolly tapes for LiR, a meat and prater pie for sand and my guitar for me. Can anyone think of anything else I need, or that they might like me to bring (it being a reasonable request and in my power to grant)? I shall be buying a big jar of Uncle Joe's Mint Balls for liberal minty distribution, owt else?

Poor doors...

Went to Tesco the other night, on an essential Treacle Pudding and Custard run. All of their emergency doors have a sign saying "This door is alarmed!". Is it just me, or does that make anyone else want to give them a cup of tea and a biscuit, and offer a reassuring hug?

*grrraaaaAAAAH!*

Am tired. Am also pissed off, over-caffeinated and quite possibly high on sugar. I have an unaccountable desire to hit things. My spine feels like it's on fire. Stupid hot weather, making me drink things that are not good for me. I want to go *HOME*!