Blood and Sand!

This is what I get for succumbing to LJ. I even did a silly survey a friend had on HER LJ, and therefore the gods have punished me be me getting a phone call just as I settled into a day of, playing Tony Hawk's in bed, and maybe having a spot of coffee, when work phones. Damned, Blastable work. Imagine the suprise of a gentleman for whom the day promised no more than the careful puppetry of a CGI skateboarder, when It is suddenly required of him to get out of bed, get himself dressed and to work over a mile away at great speed. Not even using a detached third person prose helps, I'm still livid. Nevertheless, speed is of the essence, like I said. And here I am typing. Dagnabbit, this thing is addictive.