I'm currently stuck in travel hell, something like 36 hours into a simple journey to Rochester NY, which has taken in emergency stops in Pittsburgh, an overnight stay in Detroit, and now, hopefully, a flight to fucking Buffalo, which, oh look, has just been delayed by two hours.

And, to cap it all, you've beaten me in our fantasy football league final by all of half a point. You sick cunt. If I survive this, and this rate, I won't, I'm going to find you, and fuck you up.