No rest for the evil and unpleasant

God I wish I could get a break. Some small respite with a holiday somewhere... bleurgh... I fly home from Seattle on Friday, only to fly back again on the following Tuesday. So I'll land saturday, get 2 days to move my stuff, and then im back here again.... until March!

Not that im complaining but I'm starting to spend more time here than home. That's 3 days out of 2 months in the UK. Company should really pull it's finger out and just move me out here, trouble is money and the right package.

Oh well.. still the work itself is pretty exciting and my social life has picked up hugely. I'm being auctioned off to mad spinsters at some point for cash. I'm sure somebody will give $5 for me.. downside is it'll probably be somebody wanting to either experiment on bits of me (and not in a fun way). Mind you I'm guessing science could learn plenty about the effects of prolonged exposure to Grandenonfatquadcinamondolcelattewithnocream (my daily coffee order at sszzzzbccts).

Having a night in the hotel tonight, my back is beginning to really kill me, need another deep tissue massage from mad hawaiin guy who pummelled the crap out of me on Saturday. Lost at pool to a belgian last night..

It was Tuesday today.. three conference calls got cancelled, I was late for a meeting and I accidentally bought an album from itunes twice.