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Because it's too late to text anyone who saw me last in Dublin and I still have my rituals that must be followed:

Home safe, night night.

3 fuckin' hours. Jesus. That was both as long as I expected and longer than it should have been. Drivies, Sarah, drivies. At least for the run to the station.

Sleep now. Honest.

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Tonsils are trying to kill me again. A real sign that I need a holiday. Or to remember that sleep is not optional. Both would be good. Been relying on caffeine too much lately.

Dinner tomorrow evening with the nice ex-fiance. Which is a bit odd timing, but hey, I'm not complaining. His company is never less than pleasant and it's been too long since I had a chance to catch up with him properly. Right now I'm heading out for some less than pleasant stuff where my personal and professional lives meet. Because I jinx everything by telling anyone about it.

Jam wine is going on tonight. Because even though I may have seemed drunk last night (40 hours in between beds, no alcohol passed my lips) I remember everything. Also, that rbpixies put the idea in my head so he's testing it out. I think strawberry jam would work best. I've no idea why I think that. Probably because I've just been drinking some of the karkade I bought last night. Haven't had any since, well, nearly 3 years ago, brought some back from Egypt and at the time there was the handiness of knowing someone who used to pop over there regularly. Had forgotten how damned tasty it is. Yum.

Hot Fuzz anyone?

Well? Thursday, Virgin, 18.45? Or whenever, just not the last showing (Drawwda far.)