Stepping down the patch and inclement weather means I really, really want to kill something. It should not take an hour and 15 minutes to get to work - not like I get a choice, but this is just fucking
It also doesn't help that when I thought my computer had been fixed, it is in fact righteously screwed. No video, no sound, no nothing. The damn thing is only three years old - what the hell? So I get to spend my free time this week fixing the fucking thing - again. I don't have a spare to test the parts on, so I'm not feeling particularly happy at the moment.
The only good thing I can say is that Johnny English is, in fact, brilliant.