Well, that was the least relaxing week I've ever taken off work. Still, we're moved and the play's almost there. My feelings towards plumbers, well, one plumber specifically, have veered towards homicidal over the last seven days. "I'll be finished in two hours" actually seems to mean "I'll be hanging the job out until 2008 at least" while the conversations we've had about valves and elbows mean absolutely nothing to me.
Listening: The Kooks - Inside in/Inside Out
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