Musings on a Monday:

• I am so, so sorry that I didn't make it to the Jenjen/Marcus celebrations this Saturday. I wasn't feeling 100% anyway, and then the perving on celebrities dragged on late, and I just couldn't face the tram ride, although I was sorely tempted. More than that, really, I couldn't face the idea of the tram ride back. So I stayed in, the lovely Male cooked, and I wished I was there.
  
• Someone tell me I'm not the only person in the world who likes having brown sugar in her bilgewater coffee.
  
• What does it say about the state of modern bank service when the nice, young, male teller addresses me by name (it was on the form), and my first thought is that he's trying to chat me up?
  
• Come to think of it, what does that say about me?
  
• I might never have used tabs and tab leaders on Word, but that does not mean the introduction to them requires two hours of my time. What sort of moron do you think I am?
  
• I don't actually mean to wear skirts this short, I swear, but the skirts themselves have different ideas. Sheesh!