I wish titles wrote themselves.

Hmm. Just finished (as in printed, stapled, backed up ad infinitum and then shoved into a bag to be dealt with later) that proposal, which I am now refusing to read again, on the basis that, having glanced at it as it printed, the document doesn’t seem anywhere near as good in hard copy. So I don’t really want to know about it.

In other news, I’m down to two computers now, as everything else has been packed. The printer is about to go, too, now that I’ve finished this assessment off. My room remains in a state of anarchy. This is to be dealt with… now.