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Cat is on my lap being an incredible sook. If she stretches any further she'll fall off. Ah, she noticed, and moved.

Oww, I am sore.

These things may actually be connected.

Last night, G & I went to a belly-dancing class after work, and then we went to her friend's house for a few hours to sing. Didn't get back until just after midnight. So cat was lonely and now is sooky.

I only had a few glasses of wine last night but I was dehydrated and didn't really eat properly yesterday so I was up at five o'clock throwing up - lovely pink colour because of the rose wine. Mmm. Then I slept hard, so I was late for work.

Have been shifting books this week. Like, taking them off the shelf and putting them on a different shelf. Tedious and more strenuous than you might think when done for seven hours a day. Ow. Ow. Ow. And the dance class was a bit sore too.

Hmm. I watched Dexter on Sunday. I liked it, quite a lot. G didn't, she got squeamish.

I've been working hard at work but I really gotta get on to essays. Sigh, sigh, sigh... Ow.