One. Walking from the station I notice that the damn tent is in my way again. This is the tent that led me to realise the Grand Prix was in town, and I describe it as "the tent that's IN. MY. WAY." But today there were vans near the tent. So I get in to work and before hello - I ask if the Grand Prix is over. And it is! So everyone sees my arms raised in triumph, because I missed it completely.

Except for the tent. But other than that, I didn't even walk past a TV while it was on, or even hear from the next room.

Two. Meeting which didn't end in bloodshed. That surprised me. And person I like came a four hour drive to attend. Then I got to show her the unicorn, and she would like a unicorn.

Three. Work is going to be unbearably berserk, as one of the main guys has been seconded. I forget whether it's 2 weeks or 2 months. We've already decided the only way we'll survive is to go right in to damage control mode starting today.

Four. My rants have reached the point of "You know when you get so frustrated and angry that you want to stab someone in the head?" (Everyone says yes.) "Have you ever been so annoyed that you want to stab *yourself* in the head??"

I missed the discussion after that, because I'm so busy it's just... I want to stab myself in the head. There was something about who they'd blame when the cops arrived, and all kinds of laughter.

Five. It's reinforced to everyone that you can do the hard stuff - but not know what day it is - when you ask what the fuck everyone is doing with the stupid green balloons.