Manic day. A job I estimated would take five minutes stretched into five hours. Simply put: a company can’t connect to a couple of popular IPs, and I’m damned if I can find a reason why. Incredibly frustrating. I’ll head back there tomorrow, but am hoping some ideas pop into my head overnight. Then this evening I nipped over to Nottingham to pick up my forgotten camera, which I’ll be needing it for the upcoming dance weekend. It was nice to see Abi too, of course
On the way back I listened to the latest in Escape Pod’s audio of the Short Story Hugo nominees. Impossible Dreams and today’s The House Beyond Your Sky were both excellent. I don’t envy the judges one bit.

Ugh, it’s nearly 0200. Bad.