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Today is a tired day. I used up all my energy making cornish pasties (some for tonight, some to eat tomorrow and Tuesday so I can do bunches and bunches of work), annotating a text and getting my emails down to under seventy must-be-answereds. If it weren't a tired day, this would have taken me maybe two hours but it is and it didn't and I'm taking the evening off to watch TV. I keep thinking I need to take more pasties with me to watch TV. I don't, truly. I have enough so that we won't go hungry. Or I ought to have.
What else have I done today? There must be something. Apart from making a chicken dipping sauce with horseradish and chili and lemon. No, nothing. I wrote a bit, I wandered round vaguely a lot and that's it. Today is most definitely a tired day.
What else have I done today? There must be something. Apart from making a chicken dipping sauce with horseradish and chili and lemon. No, nothing. I wrote a bit, I wandered round vaguely a lot and that's it. Today is most definitely a tired day.