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Oh man, this year is shaping up to be the hardest yet. Once again, I've been too busy to arrange anything for my birthday but meh, at least I'm off that night and might pick up a bottle of something tasty on the way home and celebrate by myself. I don't know why but the Commute of Doom seems more doomy this year and I'm resenting it even more. Maybe I'm just having a case of the Novembers, but that's not something I normally suffer from.

Just doing the minimum amount of reading required from the last two days ate up 9 hours today. So glad I popped down town briefly, not least cos bumping into Alan and his adorabubble son was nice, made for a nice break.

Still haven't even started on the reading I need to do for tomorrow, let alone Friday. Oh gods, and I still have to start thinking about that epidural presentation I'm doing in a fortnight. Wah!

I need a holiday. Or Cake. Both would be good.

Oh, and I just threw out the pink coat. I miss it already.