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I'm restless and still feeling lonely and borderline depressed, but instead of heading to the gym and a good spinning class I'm baking a cake with the not very nice apricots and the sad stem of rhubarb I had left. Eating as usual, Algy? Indeed, sir. I feel like watching tons of Jeeves&Wooster and bury myself under the duvet, but thank god I'll have to go out tomorrow and engage with the real world. Actually, what I should do is to pick up one of my abandoned depressed Russians, maybe actually finish Goncharov's Oblomov. Why yes,I sometimes feel like he's a kindred spirit, thanks for asking..