...when Federer loses in the quarter finals? And, right, when our boiler breaks again at the exact same time that poor Roger's flailing about uselessly? It's very worrying, and I don't know what it all means, but I'm not hanging around to find out. This afternoon I'm off to Amsterdam until Monday evening - whoop! This is to celebrate my birthday - I'll be thirty on Saturday. That's right, thirty. Can you believe it? I can't. Thirty used to seem incredibly old. It doesn't now (thank CHRIST) - I'm quite psyched about the next decade. The last one was pretty cool, but I think I know what I'm all about a little more more, and that can only be a good thing. Anyway. Thirty! In Amsterdam! I'm going to ride Dutch bikes and eat cake and read and look at canals and museums and stay in two nice hotels (long story) and I'll see you all on the other side!