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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


I didn't go to the sales, and I didn't get a dog. I instead spent most of the day in bed, then got up in a bad mood and managed to annoy everyone that met me, missed an eye test appointment and decided that, instead of going to the club that I've been longing to go to every day since leaving Dublin last time, we should go to the gay club at the top of the street instead.

It turned out to be a fantastic night, the way that all days that start out rubbish tend to. We had a brilliant time - any club that will play Xtina's Dirrty twice in one night and never once be ironic about it is just great in my mind.

Tomorrow - or rather later on today, if I ever get to bed - I'm going back to Edinburgh. Edel will be there before me, and will collect the dog from the kennels. Susan has been there for two days already. The journey is going to take me eight hours. Lordy, if only I could get solid drunk and pass out in Dublin Airport, only to be shaken awake in Edinburgh. It would be so much easier. Still, I'm currently reading three books, and I should really be starting to study for the beginning of my Open University course, so the time should just fly by. Although maybe "fly" is the wrong choice of words.

I burst in to tears yesterday at the thought of having to go back to work. This does not bode at all well.

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