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Had lovely dinner, wine, cheese and Ashton Kutcher-movie with my friend last night. He's awesome (my friend, not so much Ashton). Walked home. To bed at 1. Got up at six. Read the paper. Went to the gym at seven. Got to the library at 8.30. I am so pleased with myself, but very tired. Work later. The book I'm reading now is so good, sitting in an office chair for five hours is a pleasure.
Another costume party this Friday. Dress up as anything. Hoping to finish this essay tomorrow or Friday to have the weekend off. It's looking pretty good, actually. But by saying that, I'm probably making it go to hell.