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[Dec. 2nd, 2002|10:09 am] |
Don't ask. Just don't even bloody ask. |
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| Deep calm breaths... |
[Dec. 2nd, 2002|11:00 am] |
| [ | Feeling |
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| [ | Reading |
| | Still The Missing Postman. Definitely recommended. | ] |
Well, I do love to start the day with a panic. I arrived early at work to find I'd made a blunder last thing Friday, with the result that all weekend users of the site I'm currently working on saw a duff page offering them services they couldn't yet buy, peppered with dead links. It's sorted now, but it was most emphatically NOT fun while it lasted. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2002|05:00 pm] |
I suppose the good thing about days that start badly is that they can only improve. The screw-up got fixed, nothing else went wrong. The end of the working day is in sight and frankly not a lot is happening, good or bad, which is why I'm here.
Yet another leaving do to go to tonight - there seem to be rather a lot at the moment... |
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| Just call me Mr Boring |
[Dec. 2nd, 2002|08:46 pm] |
| [ | Feeling |
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| [ | Reading |
| | Just bought four new books so spoiled for choice :o) | ] |
I didn't go to the leaving do - I couldn't face it. I was soooooo tired - clumsy and disorientated and unable to string sentences together on the back of just three and a half hours sleep. I was really sorry to miss it - had been looking forward to it for weeks - but it just wasn't a goer.
Now we have some curtains to hang and then I'm going to bed - 9pm. Yay me the party person. |
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