Woke up at 7:30 am. Got out of bed at 8:10. Left house 20 minutes later, feeling very crap.
My boss designed a Christmas card for us to send to some of our more important customers. When I say "designed", I mean he just found some stock photos and stuck then in a Word file. The resulting card sucks, but not as much as Christmas itself.
There's a serial killer operating in Ipswich, a town near here, murdering prostitutes. Three bodies have been found, two more young women have gone missing. Welcome to the cheap seats.
Spent the night correcting Keiko's essay on Christian art and reading my new book on CSS.