192.168.0.1, sweet 192.168.0.1

Home at last. Bruised, blistered and sore and my room didn't miraculously clean it's self while I was away (much to my disappointment).

I brought a few Tmavy Zlaty Bazants home... I would have drunk them on the way if they weren't buried so deep in my bag.

I'm not really looking forward to going back to work tomorrow and somehow I don't think I can use "Jetlag" as an excuse.