TWHoliday 1

By the time you get this, I'll be dead. Or on holiday without an internet connection, which is pretty much the same thing. I'm writing this a couple of days in advance and by now, by which I mean your now, my then, then being Monday, it should be posted by Skippy. Tomorrow, that's my tomorrow, your two days ago, unless you're reading this after Monday, I'll have to come up for something Tuesday. And before then I still have nothing for tonight. My tonight, your... screw it. Figure it out for yourself.

I think I'm going to try predicting the future.

Whatever horse I bet on in the Grand National will lose.

Tomorrow's episode of Doctor Who with the Face of Boe will be awesome and reveal that the Doctor is not the last of the Time Lords. Actually, by the time this is posted I'll have already seen and been able to post about that episode. Confused?

I will become addicted to this awesome little laptop I'm typing this on and refuse to give it back after we come home, not that we've left yet, but I already have the laptop. Now I'm confused.

I will not get any revision done either tomorrow or while on holiday and the last few days before school will be spent in a mad scramble to do Physics Past Papers and English essays.

That should just about do it. It's possible that I'll be able to get an internet connection a some point while away, but I wouldn't count on it since I have trouble enough getting an internet connection here. I may keep writing blog posts though, since I won't have anything better to do, other than watching the heap of classic Doctor Who serials Sam's bringing. What, you thought I asked him to come out of generosity and the need for companionship? Losers.