Next weekend looks the same, what with stuffs on Friday, neidfire Saturday, vodka tasting Saturday evening, and the possibility of other stuff later on, and then... I think I might sleep right through Sunday. This last one reminded me how nice it was to spend over eight hours in a bed; a rare occurance at the best of times.
Rest of world appears quiet, though I've been getting e-mail from the mutant rats in Belfast. Apparently they want some tips for staying safe when banking online. I got their passwords when I told them I could check their accounts for them. Hence, I'm off on a spending spree. They may be big and hard enough to play tig with busses, but they're not exactly bright.
If you were called "Thaddeus Q. Weetabix", what kind of arch-villain would you be? How about "Baron Aubergine von Lederhosen"? Any particularly amusing suggestions may work their way into an Artemis Hemmingway story if ever I can get the damn things off paper and on to elections.
Right. Off to be bored by an un-moving flist. And hit Amazon with those rats' bank details.
