Oops

Wednesday night after flying, I forgot to set my alarm clock, and hence slept soundly through to about half ten in the morning, when I was woken by a text message from my boss. I got to work at 11am.

This morning, I have a letter inviting me to a disciplinary meeting to discuss my "poor attendance" (presumably meaning timekeeping).

Whee.

GIP / addiction is a terrible thing / whee!

I looked at the vast empty expanse that is this weekend's plans, and then I accidentally tripped over the Airkix website, and next thing you know I've got four minutes flying booked on Sunday at 8pm. If anyone's bored and fancies joining me, there were at least four minutes left in that session, plus at least 8 in the two sessions after it, and I'll be driving down from London so there's a free lift in the offing (or I'm happy to catch the train if more than one other person wants to go along).

Is anything happening tomorrow? I seem to be at a loose end all day now. Although I might just spend it in bed reading - I keep meaning to find more time to relax and then sulking when I get it, must decide what I actually want and then be happy with it :)


PS: No, I don't like the band. But their name is great.