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[robinturner]

Damn - I get a four-day weekend, thanks to the foundation of the Turkish Republic, and I've psent the first half of it ill. I get through the week, then on Friday night something inside me decides projectile vomiting would be a really fun way to spend the small hours. Like I'm playing charades and can't think of a better clue for The Exorcist.

Spent most of yesterday asleep. Today I'm up and about (well, about within a very small circumference) but all my muscles ache. Tomorrow I would really like a visit from two Thai masseuses, but instead have to go and get the car roof fixed. Some guys I know would leap at the chance to drive over to an industrial estate that looks like the setting for a gun battle between cops and cocaine barons, then stand around in the cold trying to understand conversation about widge-nuts, tamping-valves and blow-ends. Not me.

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[solri.livejournal.com]

Uh huh huh huh.