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- less than five hours' sleep
- cleaning/mopping a storm-flooded kitchen
- stupid body with nonworking joints
- lack of halfdecent painkillers
- breaking a wineglass and having the tiny fragments embed themselves in my foot
- confused cat whose litter tray has been moved but who has, nonetheless, er... used his accustomed spot anyway
- HEAT IN RIDICULOUS QUANTITIES
- = fucking knackered, thankyou for asking
bed, now, I think.
(Also, bentolunch has eaten my brain. I have now made up this ridiculously cute little lunchbox for work tomorrow, complete with pasta salad and teeny little sandwiches with homemade mackerel pate. I'm such a dork.)