Oh, woe. Oh, woe.
I'm very, very, very busy feeling sorry for myself.
We're dealing with fingerprints. Again. And I'm mourning the 100s of pounds that have been wasted on rejected fingerprints that no one will refund. I have to cry every single time I talk to another unhelpful agency and I'm worried that the baby's going to be brined from all the salt produced by tears. Poor pickled baby.
On a positive note, the new series of Spooks (MI-5) just started, so now I know secrets about the characters that my sister does not. That makes me feel better.
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HEY! I never even get to see Spooks anymore because they moved it to 11 p.m. Sundays. I've thought about joining Netflix just so I can get my fix. So still don't tell me anything secret about them all. I never even got to see Adam get blown up. Sigh.
I missed one of the seasons, which I need to find and watch, but now I already know who's dead and crooked and so on. Word on the street here is that this is the last season.
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