toil

Uh, a full day's hungover overtime at the bank today, spent spelling out upteen repetitions to a baying throng of a hundred thousand morons. Now I'm off out to a friend's photography show which ought to be alright and I had kindly offered to DJ, though now I really can't be bothered. Someone else is playing too, and I've found through bitter experience that sharing a bill with unknown quantities will inevitably lead to bruised egos and bitter tears. So no, then.