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Monday 19 February 2007

I could be at home ...

... watching celebrity poker, making and eating chicken salad, or sleeping. Or catching up on all the work I didn't do last week. But it's 7:15pm, I'm at the office, printing an ms I agreed to review. Which is taking a long time because I'm trying to save paper by printing 2up and double-sided.

But I only got about 3 hours of sleep last night, and I really want to go home and go to sleep. But at this rate it'll be 9pm by the time I get home. Which I take as a Sign From Above that I should stop somewhere and get takeout on the way home. Which won't go very far in the trying to save money stakes, nor the trying to lose weight stakes, but at this point I just don't care.

Luckily, the friend I usually try to catch breakfast with on Tuesdays is 'trapped' in Palm Springs, because apparently instead of booking a flight back for February 19th, he booked it for March 19th. So somebody else (thank heavens not me) has to cover his classes tomorrow. But the point is that I don't have a breakfast meeting in the morning, so there's no real impetus to get out of bed too early tomorrow, except the chicken salad and catching up on work pressures. But I'll cope with those tomorrow.

I just want to go on record as saying *I* didn't get to go to Palm Springs last week. The furthest away I got was just under 5 miles, according to Mapquest.

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