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To sum up, and for the sake of saying anything at all, pretty shitty week, in a mostly uneventful way. Hot, sultry, work is boring. Not tired at night, unable to get out of bed in the mornings. Ch. is on a one week holiday, meaning I had to check on the horse four times, ending up wanting very much to kill her twice. A slight change of schedule and a few mosquitoes are not sufficient reason to totally freak out and practically drag me home - yesterday I was literally dripping sweat after a bare 20 mins walk. It's too easy to forget what kind of power there is in five hundred kilo horse, if she decides to be truly obnoxious. My fault, really, for being too lazy to put a saddle and bridle on her for a ~~stupid, boring~~ 30 - 45 mins exercise walk. Rectified that today, obviously.

Am now rather good at changing bandages, too. And pulling cut-off tennis socks over hooves. Don't ask.

In a bout of (heat induced?) ~~insanity~~ extravagance ordered the S2 Andromeda DVDs. :: head. desk :: It's still... uneven, to say the least. I still can't resist the combination of dreadlocks & shakespearean acting, especially now that I can listen to it in the English OV. I'm still fascinated by the utterly insane battle of egos that is the psychotic love-hate relationship between Dylan and Tyr. Episodes like Exit Strategies, Una Salus Victus or Immaculate Perception... so delightfully fucked up.