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It's been one of those days. Not bad, just long. Mat's gone out to a birthday party, but it would take me too long to get there after dancing, so I'm home alone.

I have the last half of a frozen pizza and red wine - I've only had a glass and a half, and I'm really feeling it.

I wonder if I should write my New Atalanta article now?

blah redux. The more drunk version.

-Two or three glasses of wine? Who knows? But the Brumby's ad still really annoys me. I think it's because those aliens have a bread lover's card.

-I'm watching spooks - 3.7 which first aired when I was in hospital waiting for surgery and Matt offered to pay for a tv so I could watch it, except that I fell asleep because of the fun!morphine. Instead my Dad put it on DVD for me. *love Ruth and Danny*

-Where are my little knitting needles? Who stole them? And can I knit if I'm drunk?

-I'm reading some television without pity reviews of season five west wing and suddenly have an image of Leo and the Pres on the Dance, Dance, Revolution machine (which is exactly as geeky as it looks). This is amusing.

-I read my first full Chalet book last week. It was the first one which suggests to me that I prefer to read a series when I read the first book in the series.

-Time for more wine