Meanwhile, progress has been made on the desk of doom - up to page 25 or so of the manual, out of 34. Much improvement from only being up to page 10. I'm hoping to complete the thing this weekend, maybe. I repeat - I shall make it my bitch. Yeah, baby.
In other news, I feel wretched. Stupid sneezing. Stupid coughing. Stupid headaches. Grar, allergies, if that's what this is. Grar, colds, if that's what it is. Grar, world, if it's just because I'm special like that.