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Dreadful Nonsense

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

Oh, holy God, today's Tuesday. That's why nothing is working out properly - all day today so far I've been thinking that today's Monday. And it's not. It's Tuesday. It's obvious to me now.

Today's horoscope, from Ignio which I previously pointed out but then deleted, so for any late comers, you can join in now -
"Today most improbable things will seem to you quite real. The sandcastles, constructed by you now, will stand rather long."

And in my confused state, that makes something along the lines of perfect sense. Not sure if that's a comfort or a further indication that I'm going slowly mental through over indulgence in alcohol and under indulgence in sleep.

I got paid yesterday (which, thinking about it, should have made it obvious that it was a Monday). I also got tons of Open University books through the post, a cheque that I'd been expecting, a present even though it's not my birthday or Christmas or anything, a reminder of how brilliant my friends are, two hours at work in which I was paid to sit on the floor and read my book and (look away now if you're easily nauseated) the best bloody boyfriend in the world. So whoever said that January 24th is the worst day of the year is strikingly wrong. Good day to you.

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