The consequence of late nights and my looking like a mad proffessor - because i'm rushing round getting my 'real' 'job' done in between translating pages - is that my colleagues think i'm on drugs !!!

Yes really !

I'm going to sleep at about four in the morning and getting up at seven.

Drinking an unhealthy amount of coffee (making me a bit buzzingly hyper, which is unusual for me), bouts of tired tetchyness and a bit comatose-itis by four in the afternoon.

All of which has provoked BoyIdiot into asking me if i 'have things i might want to get off my chest' ...

He checked our agendas and proclaimed in front of everyone, that tomorrow, WE are going out to lunch *byeuuuurk (i've seen him eating)*

Much to his chagrin, i quietly told him that i've got too much work on oooohhh làlàlàlàlàlà too much work .. oohhhh làlàlàlàlàlà ... to much to much to much ... ooooh làlàlàlàlà maybe another time in the (way distant) future.

Still, this'll all be over by friday and the spondoolitz'll be in the bank ;@)