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I grow cold. I grow cold. The bottoms on my trousers are rolled right now, right down.

It was zero when I left for the dentist at 8.30 this morning, and 12 when I returned. No more dental work for two weeks and that will be my last one in this epic set of procedures! Seung managed to fit in two crowns and a large filling today, which was impressive.

Today we talked science fiction and TV shows.

After everything was done, I did some shopping. Roast chicken for tomorrow's dinner. I will have enough and to spare should anyone be passing hungry or should anyone passing be hungry.

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My eyes look big and shadowed, largely because of the dental work. I don't know if the giant fillings coming out or if the anaesthetic used is the cause, but either way I get a reaction that takes a couple of weeks to fade. It's at its height now, which means I look impressively decadent. I shall watch suitable TV in between work, just to add to the decadence. I shall also take a hot bath with Epsom salts to speed the reaction along. It's not serious, but it's a nuisance.

I have 700 words to write before I can eat the rest of dinner, and then ten pages of close scrutinising (accompanied by screaming) before I'm allowed coffee. After that it's another ten pages of close scrutinising (on an entirely different document, which gets sent to my supervisor), a contract scanned and emailed, some financial stuff done, and then I'm finished for the night. A doddle. Nothing to it.

If I can get all this done tonight, then I have every possibility of getting through the weekend in fine style.