*yawn* Perhaps I shouldn't have got up and gone running this morning. I wasn't actually having trouble sleeping, but some masochistic aspect of me had decided it quite enjoyed running and would actually like to do more of it. Unfortunately it used up time I might otherwise plausibly have spent asleep, so I'm now somewhat sleepy.

Also I've somehow nadgered the scissors on my Leatherman. The spring that forces them back open after each cut has either broken or has debris clogging it. I'm inclined to suspect the latter, since they broke during the process of cutting a Tubigrip to size and so I suspect bits of thread have got wedged in the thing somehow. I can't see any way to take it apart and clean it, unfortunately. Hmmm.

I seem to have accidentally caused the ARM software group's roving Thursday pub trip to visit the Carlton this evening, which means I'm likely to actually coincide with it for once. Apparently there was some difficulty in getting people to accept this choice of pub because someone thought it was in Arbury and therefore dangerous to go near. I boggle.