I made it through the night.

In the harsh light of day, I regret to say that my situation seems even worse. The hair is brighter but my soul* is darker. Already three people who have no business being in our office have been up to look at it. Emma couldn't stop laughing this morning, and when I say "Emma", I actually mean "Emma, Bob and Rachael".

Heigh ho. Moving along, this always feels a bit cheeky, but for those people who were planning to get me a birthday present and want some inspiration, here be ye olde wishlist.

That's it for now.




* Literature does not care for my lack of belief in dualism.