Late. Again.

Yes, I know I was late yesterday. I'll be in... um. Once the tow truck gets here? I sort of had a bit of a slide out and ended up in a handy ditch. I'm fine, nothing broken or bruised, except my pride and my reputation as a driver. I'm still not exactly sure what happened - must have hit a patch of ice or something.

And here I was running on time and everything. Bah.

I smell a conspiracy...

Where the hell are my car keys? They were here and now there...

Oh bollocks. Conspiracy isn't the only thing I smell. And yep, there's Kurt now. With the Face.

Why do I get the feeling I'm about to get a stern talking to?