{ how many pairs of socks did you get? }

[delga]

Of all the biological cues that I get, the one I hate the most is a raised temperature. Not only is it a sign of bad tidings, but I get no fucking sleep. Colour me unimpressed.

Anyway, off to work in a bit, even though I'm full-on knackered. Need to find my shoes, bloody hell. And a hair brush. And a hair bobble.

Mo Dutta = love.

eta: Saddam Hussein's execution disturbs me profoundly. I can't explain it.