A three-day binge isn't the best preparation for the working week. At least the snow gave me a decent excuse for getting into work late. I struggled through the day, including a dull meeting that lasted hours more than it needed to. I found myself thinking, "How can you be so obtuse?" on more than one occasion. Fucking shit work.
Liz came round to hang out in the evening, which was lovely. She felt as rough as I did, I think. We encourage each other into mischief. Not a bad thing at all.
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