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Has anyone ever spent so long working and pretending to work that you start to keep time by how many empty coffee cups are lying round the room?

I actually forgot it was Saturday today and left my bin out for the bedder, because every day this week has been the same.

I went for coffee with a friend from Tit Hall, which was nice. She told me funny stories about when she was involved in the conservation garden at school, I told her about my weird night (which included some deeply disturbing dreams embarassingly enough involving naath - God knows what set that off! and me waking up to creaking noises, only to discover that I was still asleep and in bed, not halfway across the floor wrapped in a duvet, as I had believed). I would just like to state that I am not in any way responsible for my dreams.

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Typical. I go to Sainsbury's. I buy 2 bottles of wine, turkey for dinnner and hot chocolate. What don't I buy?

The thing I went shopping for in the first place, i.e. milk.

Grrr.