T- Minus 66 Hours
After an exhaustive weekend with the lovely chaps at Digital Antics, as well as the opportunity to earn some hard cash, it's now time to look forward (?) with some trepidation to this week's activities. Today sees the beginning of evil pre-meds for Thursday's Ride Of Terror™ and the start of the cleansing of the Rich [internal]. Great. 5 nasty looking pills tonight and 5 tomorrow followed by rocket fuel for your ass on Wednesday evening. After which I'm not allowed to eat a single solid thing for TWENTY FOUR hours. I think I may cry a little. But following Andy's advice I intend to ask for a reacharound.
