I wanna sleep before the end. Which is most impolite.

I am at my desk, still asleep. Two strong caffeines and a Sudafed at home and a can of Red Bull on the way in. Five hours' sleep. Two weeks in which I have not been able to rest properly. I so want that fecking agent to call today with the lease and keys and money and stuff.

When there is an office collection for a leaving gift for a co-worker you've never actually met, is it wrong to take the opportunity to offload all the foreign coins that have found their way into your change, if you put a couple of quid in as well?

Dorkbot was not as good as usual last night. Two speakers cancelled and Limehouse Town Hall echoes way too much. The flashing lights 3D display at the end was good, though. Met kineticfactory at long last.

We live in a world of plenty as if we are starving. Greed comes from a fear of loss, which is rooted in emotional betrayal.

In our yard, how many chickens can we count?

The agent just called: as of Saturday morning, we have a house. FUCKIN' W00T.

Today the electrician is at the old flat making it safe to switch the power on, tomorrow we pack stuff (with heat and lighting), Saturday we move stuff, Sunday we move stuff and tidy up after ourselves, Monday I think I'll relax by breaking concrete blocks over my head or something. redcountess is calling the utilities today. arkady will be greatly cheered to have her flat and bed back!

This time we want a housewarming before we actually move out.