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Tuesday, September 19, 2006
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That, my friends, was some of the many stages of writing a report. Procrastination, directed optimism and utter frustration. But I finished the report at 10:50pm this evening (I got into work a little before 10am, and if you count eating, the procrastination and the drive home, I'd say it's a little under 12 hours of work), drank half a bottle of wine (okay, I started while writing the report), did some knittnig (will this shawl never end) and watched some TV (it's official, as I suspected, I am addicted to Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip after only one episode). Now that I have that hazy feeling that only half a bottle of wine can give you, I'm going to go to bed and wake up... an hour later than usual. Just because I can.
- Lizzardie, at 1:41 AM
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