Slept badly last night, too little sleep over the weekend and too much booze and food and I wa sup half the night feeling like I was going to be sick, though in the end it seems it was just wind. This left me somewhat shattered still this morning. Wasn't going to go into the office, but Caroline had some stuff she wanted to talk me through, so headed over there in the afternoon, via the station by bus to pick my bike up, just so I could do a couple of hours of work there. Ah well, it needed doing. Looks like I can't really take next week off: Caroline's already covering for 3 people that week, and while I'm easier to cover for it seems a bit unfair to add me on top of that, and it is rather short notice. Maybe I'll take the one after it off instead. Or maybe I'll carry on just not getting round to it.
Read some more when I got home, then geeked a bit but there was sod all news and LJ to read and only spam by mail. Made dinner and ate and then tidied up mail archives just for something to do. 30MB of mail even when zipped from 1995 to 2002 inclusive. Goodness. Rebooked theory test, since I found the licence at the weekend. Annoyingly it was down the *side* of the set of shelves upstairs that Paul and I had looked down the back of. It is now pinned down by my monitor, so hopefully I can't lose it again by the first of September. And now I should go to bed really. Not that it really appeals, but *shurg*. At least I'm enjoying my book eh?