I don't get a day off of work because I've university finals, so you all enjoy your days off while I'm sat in a (probably) blisteringly hot library fretting over whether I can stop editing my dissertation or something. I know some friends of mine are having a garden party which started off as something apparently ironic and is now involves so much stuff that it's beyond a joke.

I'm generally relatively ambivalent about the whole thing. I wish them well and think it's nice, but I'm really not that bothered by it.