wow my head's in a weird place right now, I'm at work, resolutely not working until 9am and making a point of sitting here with my walkman on and writing. It's not going down well with the boss, neither is the fact that I nicked Craig's parking space first thing. Like I care. If he can't handle the huge car he has then he should get a smaller one. (Where we park there's a motorbike space, then where Craig normally parks then me - he uses the motorbike space as an extra reversing space, just as well there's never a bike in it)

I'm feeling petty today after he cost me an hour's flexi yesterday so I have no remorse at all.

I've tried to get back into the right frame of mind to write the next part of Crimson Regret and somehow it just isn't happening for me. Which I should probably be grateful for since to write this part I have to get inside the head of someone who is fast becoming a bipolar manic depressive. I'm not quite there. Yet. *grin*

So, getting close to the time when I should probably put the notepad away then... ah well, maybe inspiration'll strike when the GT arrives at 9:02 and then scowls when we talk to her about being late every day...

If you hear of anyone going on a murderous rampage in Glasgow University Library then you probably shouldn't expect to hear from me for a few days...

*grin*