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chaletianWhy oh why is our office some sort of hospital Fort Knox? No-one seemed to have access to it on their swipe cards, and mine expired a little while ago (note to self: get this renewed). Eventually a porter got his card reprogrammed and let me in. Woo. Then I only had to wait about an hour for my stupid computer to turn on... Anyway, got done what I needed, so yay.
Also: WE HAVE TICKETS!!!! OMG IT'S LIKE A TINY, BEAUTIFUL MIRACLE!!
Later on, I have a wonderful picture of the Barrowman on the front of this week's Radio Times to share. High-larious.
Anyway, having done my duty, I will now depart and head home. And pack. Boo. I hate packing. It is intrinsically unfair that it is a prerequisite for God's honest holiday. Still. Life could be worse. I could be a midget wrestler murdered by a fake hooker, so at least there's that.
XOXO, Suburban Squeen
Also: WE HAVE TICKETS!!!! OMG IT'S LIKE A TINY, BEAUTIFUL MIRACLE!!
Later on, I have a wonderful picture of the Barrowman on the front of this week's Radio Times to share. High-larious.
Anyway, having done my duty, I will now depart and head home. And pack. Boo. I hate packing. It is intrinsically unfair that it is a prerequisite for God's honest holiday. Still. Life could be worse. I could be a midget wrestler murdered by a fake hooker, so at least there's that.
XOXO, Suburban Squeen
