... and who do I have to thank for that? I'm actually not sure. Maybe myself, maybe the office network we dial through, maybe the ISP that network connects to, or maybe the evil http packet-stealing faeries. I just don't know. The long and the short of it is that I've been unable to actually connect to the net for the whole weekend. Aasshole. I've been able to get email though, so if I haven't replied to one of your mails it's not cause I haven't got it, I just don't like you.

I'm yet to respond to Heather's latest tennis shot, but to make me feel a little better, Flea has fixed up spank just like I like it.

In other news... How am I able to be typing this if I'm unable to connect to the net - the place where my content management system is stored? Simple, I'm at uni using the public terminals. Hoorah for ingenuity.

Unfortunately I didn't manage to go hat shopping or hang out with Jum, Danny and Ads on the weeked, but that's ok, because I rested up and played waaaay too much Neverwinter Nights.

Now... to the studious grind.