Damian goes on holiday and the tech in the house makes incremental progress towards modernity. We now have proper cable, which (in addition to classic FM wallpaper television and an entire channel of documentaries about flight) means the return of Samurai Jack. Last night it was the episode where Jack gets turned into a very heroic chicken! Yay!
No progress from me, however. Work is slow and annoying, it's taking three times as long for me to do things as it should, at least. Evenings are migraine duty, complicated by a very painful neck. At first I thought it was basket-weaving strain from monday, but I'm now tending more towards the idea that something very noxious bit me. It's got that sort of organic acid burn feel to it. It's under my hair line, so examination is out of the question.
I should never have let my hair grow.
