Poo and double poo. Oh what the hell, triple poo.

This week has been immensely tiring, trying and stressful, putting in about eight million hours into a project ready for go live. And thats not yet counting the working over the weekend, including Monday. Yes, not just any weekend but a bank holiday weekend. And technically my birthday weekend - which I dont normally pay much attention too, except that for once in living memory it might have been quite good. Not least because theres someone around making me smile at the moment, but because Monday was meant to see me with a press guestlist to review Morrissey, and interview the support band.

But my dilemma has meant I have to give it up because I cant guarantee the system things (cant be arsed to get all technical) will be ready for me to test and release early enough before im due to leave.....and we all know the law of the sod, that if i assume they will be, they wont and it will be too late to find someone else. And if I cancel (like I am) then its all bound to go off without a hitch the night before.

I was happy in the haze of an impending Morrissey gig....but heaven knows Im miserable now...