HA! I've just managed to really p*ss my supervisor off. We had a right barney today--probably not the best day to have a sup with him, seeing as we all seem to be experiencing some sort of cosmic indigestion. So, you all are in crappy moods as well? Thank god we're not in the same room together eh? These are my instructions: buy yourselves lots of chocolate, put on your most comfy jim-jams and socks, and barricade yourselves in your bedrooms, creating some sort of fort-like structure from your sheets. If anyone tries to enter, hurl one of your most weighty tomes at them. If that doesn't keep them at bay, hurl them all.