Sigh....

Time: 00:30
Music: None, watching a few episodes of Scrubs.
Mood:

From my educated guestimation, this one bloody calendar is taking up about 1.8 gigs of the previously mentioned "massive mailbox." Transfering it across the network, from current transfer rates, is going to take about 4-5 hours. It has been going for 2.5 hours so far, and has transfered about a gigs worth, 800 megs to go... and it's beginning to get me down. To say this is comparable to watching paint dry, really doesn't cut el queso if you get what I mean!

Add to that, my planned nice night in with Siobhan has been blown to shit, and she is probably curling up in bed at the moment, whilst I'm sat, upright, in this stupid chair, wishing I was in there with her.

So it's now 00:52, 650 megs ish to go... and I know, I took a while to write that, but I was waylaid by Scrubs and having a chat with Rosie, who's husband is one of the guitarists in possibly Gibraltar's best band to hit the scene, Se7en Sins!!

Bye for now, again, this is one rather miffed/depressed/lonely welshman, signing off, at 00:55