Planet Mad

I went out in Birmingham last night, and although I used the cunning ploy of driving so I don't feel hungover now, I'm still pretty sleepy. Which is why, when my mother phoned me at 8.30am, the conversation went something like this:

Mum: Oh - you're awake
Me: Eurgh
Mum: I wasn't expecting you to be up this early
Me: Eurgh
Mum: It's just your dad wants to print something in Publisher and you've not installed it on my computer. You've still got the CD there haven't you?
Me: Eurgh... eurgh...

And so on for another five minutes, which included talk about printer drivers, installation of the aforementioned programme and her friend's son's A-level choices. Eurgh. Am off to drink tea.