Thank God it's morning, that means Tessa can finally stop drunk texting me demanding I "emerge from the batcave formally known as Yeovil and come and get drunk with frends!!!1!? [sic]".
April Fool's Day is not funny.
My landlord is not funny.
Height jokes are not funny.
Mother's Day is being spent in Surrey, with or without anyone in particular.
Someone needs to educate my mother in how to use the internet, as when she looks me up this appears. Much as it breaks the hearts of many people, I am not behind bars.
Have been planning my presentation for the YBG Meeting on Friday. Obviously an important one. If I can have YBG onside of the coalition, then it'll be far easier to help create economic policy.