So much to say...

...so little time. The office Christmas party kept me out later than I'd intended tonight. Much fun was had by all, particularly on the dodgems - several people commented that I was somewhat more competitive than they'd expected. "Psychotic," said another. What can I say, I like dodgems. Aside from that, I'm functioning on far less sleep than is probably good for me - 5 hours out of 58 - so I'm going to bow out early again tonight. I still want to wax on about my holiday, but it seems that's going to be pushed into the distant future. I'm busy for the next few nights, and then it's Christmas, at which point I enter strange uncharted territory. I may seem to drop off the edge of the world at that point, but I promise I shan't be gone completely - I'll still be clinging on to edge of the world by my fingernails, so if you look for me, you should find me.