January 16, 2008

• It’s like a Paula Danziger book

  A mouse ate my sleeping bag.  Fortunately, Chris-my-first-flatmate was so drunk, he didn’t care. Very lively walk into work this morning, with him flaunting his bottle of champagne (still tipsy).  He’s officially left, but there’s still 3 calls he wants to finish off.  Such professionalism (and I shall see that the Head of the Department who wouldn’t let him have 6 months sabbatical to go travelling so he had to resign knows this).

  It was a very nice leaving do.  There were flatliners.  The barman kept giving me free drinks.  And free drinks to my Daddy who’d dropped by.  I knitted some sock in the bar at nearly midnight.  Chris couldn’t walk in a straight line.  Hee hee.

  And the heating seems to be functional.  Although the programmer is a bit beyond me at midnight after alcohol…

  xxx

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  During the course of today I have acquired a fundamentally bad mood.  Grump.

  xxx

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