I never know when I am tired anymore and then I stay up too late and immediately regret it once I have looked at the time as I am about to switch off the light in my room. This evening is proving to be no exception to this rule. Having spent much of the day glued to a computer screen I find myself sitting in front of this one... is that irony or stupidity?

Spencer hasn't been working for a couple of days (for those who are not aware- Spencer is in fact my laptop, who I believe is just as good as any member of the royal family...) The last line of keys did not seem to be working, neither was the space bar. But now, now everything is perfect again. What is that about? Was my computer trying to challenge me in some way? Trying to smite me as he knew that I needed him in order to get all the paper tasks done on time? I believe it is all because he is male and this week all males are crap. Cept daddy.

Will there ever be a better person than a girls dad? Will you ever be able to compete? Most certainly not. I love when I ring home and he picks up the phone. It doesn't matter what time it is, if it is raining, bucketing down and I am only half way home and about to get my hair wet- he will always make it seem ok. I guess it comes in that contract he signed those many moons ago.

Now that I look at the time (2.40am), I wish I had shut up way up there....

Bastardy time and how it disappears- tomorrow night in bed by ten.