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I'm so grateful it's Friday. The week has been long, and so has today. The day's only excitement has been the vending machine being filled; it is only filled every three months or so, so this is excitement of the highest order. It keeps on dispensing free food (once you've banged it about a bit, that is) which has amused most people.
But I'm too tired to write about it.
No, really. I've been too tired to write LJ entries all week, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because, oh, I'm tired.
This weekend will involveme doing much too much too work, so I have a feeling I'll stay tired.
Oh, enough. I'm not really saying anything of extreme interest, and besides, I still have that script to write and I'm on page eleven out of thirty. This is in addition to all that coursework. Which went all right; Rice-Oxley was annoying, but when isn't she?
And now for a shower and excessive amounts of breakfast cereal.
But I'm too tired to write about it.
No, really. I've been too tired to write LJ entries all week, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because, oh, I'm tired.
This weekend will involveme doing much too much too work, so I have a feeling I'll stay tired.
Oh, enough. I'm not really saying anything of extreme interest, and besides, I still have that script to write and I'm on page eleven out of thirty. This is in addition to all that coursework. Which went all right; Rice-Oxley was annoying, but when isn't she?
And now for a shower and excessive amounts of breakfast cereal.
