The contract for GoogleAds is fascinating. Just as well; I spent the last 20 minutes of my life reading it. My financial model for 2007 requires that I make 12c from it (1c per month!). I am not overly hopeful.
The trip to Cork was nice, although spending the whole of Saturday lying on a hotel bed watching bits of sundry films (Ice Age, The Sixth Sense) was not a good idea. The only saving grace was that we didn't actually decide to do it. We just kind-of forgot to go out. Well, that happens sometimes, doesn't it?
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Here is something I made to fend off a little bit of boredom. It reminds me of my schooldays...
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The litre of house red (Sainte Marthe) in Cafe Bar Deli in Cork is, by the way, highly recommended. On the flipside, the bottles of beer and the beastings of whiskey I took on board later didn't like it as much as I did.
Anyway. The weekend dispensed with, the week already 20% completed. Only 4 days of grim winter sun and early nights between now and a day in bed. Hooray for seasonal affective (?) disorder.
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