Friday
After a few days, I've managed to tear myself away from the vicious cycle of work, sleep, Brawl, work, sleep, Brawl. Most of the viciousness came during the Brawlin', some during the work. Only once during the sleep, when Shurpak woke me up via a clawing about the face. She's so adorable. I've since managed to clean a little, do some reading, and make a fairly tasty salad (spinach with red onion, tomato, and tahina sauce). Delicious.
And my entire social calendar for this weekend took a nosedive. I missed out on the bicycle hedonism because of a flat tire, the Whuppity Scoorie party was postponed due to illness in the hostess, and the Magnetic Fields concerts were all sold out by the time I got my paycheque. All that's left is the company party on Sunday, which should be.... interesting. Oh well, I'm probably better off without all the haggis and hedonism anyway. It's not the right time of year for either, really.
I don't feel ready for Holy Week.
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