Nark nark nark
While it’s technically a “Lara Day” at work today, so far she hasn’t showed. I got an SMS that “apparently” she’ll be here at 9:30am, but … we’ll see …. we’ll see.
Sounded narky, didn’t it?
So I was up pretty late last night, getting stuff sorted for Tall Tower enquiries that I’d blown off all weekend. Leyton was over, and we watched the latest Lost and an episode of My Name is Earl, via the wonder of the HTPC. It’s coming together - last night it only had regular old XP installed, so the remote control and stuff didn’t work, but some time soon Windows Media Center Edition will adorn my new beast. Then it needs a quieter CPU fan, quieter and bigger HDD, and a quieter DVD-Rom. /sigh. Always something to do.
M&D called the other day … apparently they’ve been charged with selling Bryce’s car, since he’s likely to be in South Africa for significantly longer than expected.
What else? Big Day Out is on this weekend, so if someone’s going to organize an apartment down the coast and then a SLC brunch at the casino, they’d better do so chop-chop. Also, we’ve all just kinda assumed that the Australia Day BBQ in the Park will just happen, but usually someone (Leyton) has sent invitations and stuff long before now, hasn’t he? It is Leyton I suppose. Some tardiness is expected, but no longer tolerated. 
I’ve started making a list of things that can go into storage. My idea of putting a single bed in my walk-in robe didn’t pan out, as the measurements just don’t support it. It also got me thinking that there are probably somethings in life that aren’t worth compromising on. I mean, you sleep 8 hours a day (God willing) so you might as well enjoy it. Stupid office space. Now I don’t know WHAT I’m gong to do.