I had plans last night, but misscomunication, and a faulty CD burner changed all that. I found myself amidst some covert mission, making like Pole-Nosed-Pat, and now it transpires I might have somehow managed to fuck it up, so I may just throw myself off a bridge. Or I may go sailing with Luke. We shall see. Jeres and I were listening to Genesis and Phil Collins and Alphaville until it got light today. That was nice.