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Hmmm - judging by the way the Christmas decs outside are blowing hither and yon, and the sudden appearance of swiftly scudding clouds (does anything else "scud" when it moves, I wonder?), perhaps my plans of a lengthy walk along the Cam or to Queen Isabella's castle nr Lynn, might be best left for another day.

Anyway, my heroes have just arrived at the Seven Winds, and are about to learn something which may or may not be to their advantage (still haven't decided that bit yet)

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It's a particularly depressing moment when, at 7pm, you suddenly realise that no you are not a little bit muzzy but it'll pass, you are in fact completely fucking shattered.

Since realising that, I have achieved precisely zero. Even watching music videos looks like too much effort...

pand yes, before you say, I don't know why I should be shattered either given the current structure of my days, though writing 5,500 words may have something to do with it]

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In a shop, hjeard a snatch of local radio, on which someone was mentioned who had called their child:

Freedom.

Yes, bringing up baby, toddler and child, saying "Freedom" every time you want to communicate.

How big a stick do you want to beat yourself with?

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I wish I had a cat.

I grew up with cats, and though I know they can be vicious, irresponsible and totally contrary little bastards, I miss having them around.
It would also be absolutely impractical to have a cat here (anyone who has been to my flat will understyand this), and I am probably so disorganised these days that taking responsibility for the welfare of anything else alive would be a bad plan.

I think it's partly a function of thwe aorementioned knackeredeness, and alos of the one serious non-financial downside to my current state of non-work - the fact that actually speaking to people dries up completely, and while online conversations are all very well, the spontaneity and zest just isn't there.

Today, other than a conversation with an employment agent (which doesn't really count), the sum total of my real-life human interaction has been buying a couple of things in shops, and a 2-minute conversation with someone from the theatre who I've never really got on with (I was quite surprised when he actually acknoweldged my presence).

I am much better than average at coping with being on my own - it's something of a speciality, in fact. But it still occasionally bugs me, and especially when I'm tired.

I guess right now I'd like a cat because the feeling there was at least a conditional monkey's on tap would be useful (and I couldn't get monkeys either, in a barrel or otherwise).

Yes, clearly time for bed...

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From tonight's random American:

"And today I realized today, while Chase, Jack, Josh, Steven and of course Stephen were over, and Garrett was calling me, that almost all my friends are guys. Except Kelly. But it is just so much easier that way. And Kelly kind of is a guy."

Bloody hell - it's the complete cast of a US teen soap, in three lines...