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Thursday, May 19, 2011

Night eyes

So I appear to be working this weekend - and I've volunteered for the night shift. So expect either loads of posting as there's nothing to do, or nowt for a bit as I ruin my body clock and run myself into the ground.

Wish me luck.

2 Comments:

At 9:29 AM, Anonymous Mrs Terror-To-Be said...

I hope the graveyard shift went ok Mr The Great? It's concerning that nothing has been heard from you since. Still, at least you have your trip to Iceland to look forward to, volcano permitting. I'm not insinuating anything but did you notice how, the exact moment Dr Terror booked his plane tickets, burning ash started raining down on Reykjavik? Just an observation...


WV - Essest = dunno, but it looks French.

 
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