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Today is a day of things going wrong. Nothing world-shattering, but a lot of stuff that I thought was sorted is now not sorted and the realities are dubious. This may be perfectly normal for my existence, but it's terribly annoying. My whole morning has been spent sweeping up various pieces. Some of them are small pieces (answering emails - several emails apparently didn't get through to me this week, and a couple of people have decided that I was being rude in not answering) to sweeping up quite large ones (five pages had to be produced in a great hurry, plus more research done).

Right now I'm finally, finally up to where I should have been three hours ago. This means, of course, that I'm still behind on everything I need to have done by Monday. I have decided to heave a mega-sigh and make much coffee. Also to take more pain relievers, for this has been a high pain week and the end is not yet in sight.

I reserve the right to grumble some more if the day persists in its messiness.

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I've rearranged my work for today. It was obviously going to be one of those days no matter what I did, so I'm spending the afternoon sorting some of the financial papers that have plagued me (space wise) but that have to be gone through one by one, because some are allowed to be recycled and some need to be kept. I can't do my tax until I've done this and done the next stage of sorting, so they're both essential. They're also dull and remind me of things I'd rather forget. Although hidden amongst the financial papers were my uni results from my Grad Dip in Adult Education: my lowest mark was a distinction. Why this should be cheering over a decade later, I don't know, but it was.

I wonder what other vile tasks I can accomplish today and feel better for tomorrow?