A week off work begins with the traditional re-alphabetising (is that a word?) of CD collection. They're housed in an old set of pigeonholes from a school. It even used to have the labelmaker names of teachers stuck in front of each hole. Sweet! When I got it five years ago I only had two holes filled, methinks it'll be completely chockers by next year.
I feel kind of stupid blogging about this crap, but I just kind of need to start writing the usual tripe again, y'know?