Friday afternoons

It's a love/hate relationship. The weekend's so close you can reach out and touch it, but it drags on for like, forever. Maybe a beer with the pub lunch isn't helping the monitor headache that feels like it's coming on, too. Of course, it disappears once I look away.

Plus, I'm too busy thinking about the anime I'm going to watch this weekend: start with the final 5 episodes of Death Note (which I should've watched months ago), then hope that Fullmetal Alchemist is, er, ready to watch. Then, catch up on Underbelly - which isn't anime, but anyway, it's a tv series to watch.

Hopefully tonight at the Fringe isn't too awkward, and a certain couple of people do turn up to give me relief from the others that may be.

Beep bloody beep.