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Friday, October 19, 2001
It's been an ultra-busy work week, with twelve-to-fourteen hour days spent entirely on my feet, followed by going out with the gang to unwind over a few drinks. Consequently, as I've reached the end of each day, all I've wanted to do is fall into bed.
All this has meant non-existant online time for me for many, many days. The weekend doesn't look much better, so it'll probably be Monday before I can post something more here than a pathetic little excuse. But there will be a few stories to tell, so hopefully next week will be fuller than this one blog-wise.
Posted @ 10:28 PM
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