It's official - I'm off to Birmingham. In a large white van. Great. 3 hours of bone rattling mostly un-silenced diesel with a hefty hunk of wind noise thrown in.

If Birmingham wasn't bad enough, I'll be working nights, alone. Time to break out the thermite socks. Shudder.

Well, the van isn't that large - it's a 2.6m high Transit but you get the idea. I just hope it holds together. It's only 5 years old and not yet done 60,000 miles.

I had a very nasty dream (more nasty than usual) two nights ago. It was very vivid, as my dreams (when I have them) tend to be. It was normal life, except one life ended. I woke up not knowing which was dream and which wasn't, as is often the case. I think I'm glad I don't dream to much - I don't think I could cope with the disorientation of dreams all the time. Usually I don't remember much about them after about 30 minutes of being up, unless I make a special effort to.

Off to finish the two remaining discussion questions today.