Bugger.

The fucking printers gone belly-up. Fuck. I have all this wonderful (ok, half decent) material that I was going to print out and sit on the comfy chair in my office and edit/make sense of/generally play with, and not I'm going to have to do it the hard way, on the computer!! I know, you're saying 'why don't you just put your computer on your knee and do whatever needs doing to it like that? It is a laptop after all'.
Cos thats not the fucking point!!!! Plus, its really hard to make sense of stuff when you can only see one screen at a time, and you've got about 15 000 words to sort out, even when you have several windows going at the same time, plus you can't scribble in different colours on a computer screen. Well, you can, but theres not much point, cos all the words move away when you scroll down, and the scribbles stay where they are, and then you've just ruined a perfectly good computer screen. Or so I heard, from some guy, who knew someone....
Anyway, the point is, when you've got a scramble brain, sheets of paper spread out on the office floor with arrows and diagrams and colour coding is really the best way to get stuff done. At least, when you want it to make sense.
I'd try and fix the printer, but given my technological abilities and shorter-than-a-short-thing-having-a-short-day-in-shortsville temper, there would be about 2 minutes of trying to figure out the problem before I threw the printer out the window. Not good, especially given that said printer is the property of the university...hang on...

Wait.....

Printer fixed. No more excuses Claire, go work!!!

In other news, Stephen and Elizabeth and imminent baby are back in a matter of weeks, to stay!!!! Choice.

That is all. You are free to go. Don't let the door hit you in the arse on the way out.