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Blah. Up at six, ran for an hour (25 mins, 30 mins; saw more squirrels than can be natural, and while they're kind of cute & fluffy, my mind was amusing itself with Attack of the Mutant Killer Squirrels movie scenarios, where they would pounce & nibble you to death, piranha-style.), as a result am tired at barely 10 pm.

Then there was this horrible moment at work, which I'd been vaguely dreading for quite some time, but after years thought wouldn't happen after all, which on reconsideration was really, really stupid, because Vienna is a village, after all, when it comes down to it, when Prof. B. entered the shop and I fled into the kitchen before he noticed me (or at least that's what I sincerely hope) & hid there for three quarters of an hour. Have I ever mentioned recently that I love M.? Because I do. She didn't even laugh. Or at least not out loud.

Yes, I am aware that this is no mature way, or in fact any way at all of dealing with things.


Ah well.


[Hm, alcohol.]