Life is coming to a grim pass when you realise that you really ought to be keeping a razor in your drawer given your inability to remember meetings. I also don't have a properly charged battery for Mavica. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
I need to do something this evening and option one just went kaput. I suppose I could go to Disques Vogues?
Although on the bright side my psychotic sleep-deprivation fuelled spellmongering last night appears to be bearing fruit. Despite only getting slightly over four hours of sleep, I do feel a bit more complete today.
