It's Not Even 8.30am...

Yet I feel tired, bitchy, arsey and have multiple rants planned out.

Because, ya'know, I can. My blog and all that.

However, I am going to have to pent them up for the time being, considering I am running late (he says, blogging), and have about fourteen squillion things to do today. I am hoping that I will be alive this afternoon in order to offload.

Honestly, it's going to be one of those farking days.