October 1st, 2009

Christine - I can't escape

*drops in*

I'm still alive. Just. I'm merely (a) skint and (b) knackered, and hence not doing anything remotely of interest.

It's my birthday in 15 days, and the best present I could hope for is a job for Paul. SERIOUSLY. This isn't even remotely funny any more.

I am contemplating some manner of drinks on the 17th, but at this rate I may well not bother and spend the day asleep instead. I would suggest people put themselves on standby nonetheless, as an announcement may be very short notice.

*drops out again*