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Hurrah. Finally managed a full evening without falling asleep at 7pm and needing to be woken up for dinner. Turns out the key to jetlag may just be fucking BRUTAL films (we went and saw Sin City - how beautiful.. yet.. how violent.) Mind you, I think the film I slept through on Saturday night probably wasn't entirely fluffy bunnies but it was in Russian, and the nice swishy incomprehensible accents and cosy cinema really help you nod off.
Today was one of those days that start off so well, beautiful dreams leaving me all smiley and mushy about my boy, leading gently into one of those days at work that last 6 1/2 months and makes you really grumpy for no apparent reason.
I'm currently supposed to be writing an essay which is why I'm writing nothing in lots of words on my LJ, scoffing licorice and contemplating the bottle of wine in the fridge.
Today was one of those days that start off so well, beautiful dreams leaving me all smiley and mushy about my boy, leading gently into one of those days at work that last 6 1/2 months and makes you really grumpy for no apparent reason.
I'm currently supposed to be writing an essay which is why I'm writing nothing in lots of words on my LJ, scoffing licorice and contemplating the bottle of wine in the fridge.