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11/05/10
Sat in my chair so long that the room’s grown cold. Wish I’d remembered to learn to like shivering at some point during the winter. All my blankets are strategically strewn over the various coffee stains I managed to get on my sheets whilst reading last night, so clearly I can’t use one of those. Having to make do with an extra pair of tights and a bottle of raspberry vodka, which I’m not particularly fond of. It’ll replace the creme de menthe as the reserve drink, for when everything else dries up, I suppose. It’s an important job, that.
