A week of thingness is over. It would've been a week of nothingness, but for the fact that nothing didn't happen. Hence, it must've been a week of thingness.

RDI (Which will only mean what I mean it to mean to a very small bunch of people) is nearly done at the lab, and will shortly be off. I don't care where. The very small bunch of people (as opposed to the bunch of very small people) will understand why.

Two prinicpal bits of news, this week:

• One. The man at the unnamed space agency has said nothing, although another rumour has recently been heard.
  
• Two. I'm moving to the Guildford in a month's time, to take up another traditional lab residence at Aggy.
  
• THREE... three bits of news. (Pardon the Spanish Inquisitionism, but nobody expects it.) I'm not talking at Mallorca in October, which means the Ganch and I get to sit at the back watching and sniggering, as he pointed out. And then piss off on holiday for five days! HURRAH!!
  

The new phone is still lovely. And the old number should be ported over to it on Monday

In other nooze, I'm fucking shattered. 52-hour week = opposite of fun, so I'm knocking that on the head now. Can't even summon up the energy to do a b3ta comp post. Don't really have any enthusiasm for this week's topic, though, so might not be my calling.

Bring on living in a university town!! Again!!!