My monitor exploded. In a very restrained way, but there's no mistaking the smoke and the horrible smell of ozone. I am currently subsisting on a very crappy alternative, skived from the box room where it's been lolling for years. There's a reason for that. The screen's squidged in an inch on either side. It makes my eyes go funny.

However, on the up side, my hair, which was dyed by Jen on Saturday night, is so fucking cool there's practically a law against it. I have the coolest hair in the world. And lots of modesty. Oh yes.