Thursday morning and I feel fine
Thursday morning (even if the date stamp on this baby is wonky - apparently Blogger doesn't support times for people outside of the US, which says something about the insularity of the US too profound for me to put into words before I've had my first cup of tea of the day). Am mooching around the office pretending to do work (mainly by surfing the internet in that special way where you type addresses in really loudly so it sounds like you're typing a story and just thinking a bit between consecutive pars) while waiting for copies of this week's paper to arrive for us to scrutinise.

I had the front page splash this week which was cool (it's been a few weeks and although we're not supposed to care, I defy you to find a reporter who doesn't have a bit more of a spring in their step when their byline is on the front). Our MP was lashing out at local anti-war campaigners and he came out with some really juicy (and surprisingly funny) quotes. He's pretty much a sit on the fence kind of guy and he's not really soundbite man, so it was fun to take what he'd written and play. I love political infighting and process so this was definitely my cup of tea.

Speaking of tea, I'm off to make one - I've mentioned it three times in three pars, and it's definitely on my mind.