I'm editing a page and I can't find anything wrong with it. When I just know there has to be something wrong with it. So this tells me I need a break, another cup of coffee and some music on. I've been listening to the Pixies a hell of a lot. Mainly Doolittle, because Surfer Rosa is just too chaotic to listen to while you're trying to concentrate. It's still dark here. Mum and Dad are still in bed. I can't work while they're up and about and gossiping and complaining and watching car racing and telling me about all thier friends who I don't know. Though, I have heard Mum mention various millionaires who go to the bowling club she works at. Maybe I could get her to mention to one of them she has a son who's an author desperately in need of sponsorship. But then I'd probably get my arse sued for writing something so crazy on someone else's money.