I think my brain's turning into mashed potato. That's clearly what I deserve for staying up late last night - but not late enough for Kilroy's result. Bailed out at 1-ish. What a wimp.
So with taters for brains, writing chemistry is proving a challenge. Especially as I'm trying to write a third feature about exactly the same thing the last two were about - only making it sound different. Second one was straightforward enough. Third is more challenging. If they need a fourth - eeeeek.
I'm also pretty p-ed off with the ticket office at HIllsborough. They've got themselves a lovely new 0870 number. I was on hold -at 6p a minute - for an hour-and-a-half this morning trying to get tickets for tomorrow's match and the home leg of our play-off game. I was working at the same time, but the endless stream of adverts for the new home shirt and Dooley's restaurant get to your brain after a while. Especially when you're paying 6p a minute for the privilege of listening to them. I can call north America for half that.
Oh, and is it just me, or has anyone else's friends page gone screwy? It's doing it in Firefox, Exploder and Safari. Hmm.