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May. 11th, 2009 05:05 pmToday I have worked perhaps a tad too hard. I knew this when I reached nearly 4 pm and wondered why I was hungry and then realised I had forgotten lunch. Now I realise it again when I looked at my list of things to be done today and read 'celery notes.' I have no notes on celery, by celery or for celery on my to do list. I have no Aitr Lum to meet, nor does Sharyn's chef need packing.
There are only six things left on my 'to do' list. I might have something to eat before I try to do them. Food has to magically rearrange letters so they make sense. If food doesn't, I shall regard my writing as a sign from on high that I need to watch TV this evening. It must be a sign from on high. It certainly can't be a note from my celery.
There are only six things left on my 'to do' list. I might have something to eat before I try to do them. Food has to magically rearrange letters so they make sense. If food doesn't, I shall regard my writing as a sign from on high that I need to watch TV this evening. It must be a sign from on high. It certainly can't be a note from my celery.