Enough ...

... have been more productive in the hour than the last two days combined. Am now fed up of everyones demands for their pound of flesh (oh if only it were true then how skinny I would be) so am giving up on work and going to abandon plan of shopping for wedding shoes and go for a glass of wine instead as the thirst is upon me. For company is one of my work colleagues who today is inexplicably sporting some nifty girl scout/lederhosen chic complete with toolbelt ... seeing as I'm wearing my billowing Jedi blouse with Tom Sawyer-esque jeans I'm sure we'll cut a dash at the local bar. Fabarama.