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It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye |
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever. |
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The twelve-year old in me spent the whole of yesterday scowling at the phone whenever it rang (which thankfully wasn't very often) and refusing to exchange jolly post-seasonal office banter with absolutely anyone. And this morning I came into work with my shirt on back-to-front. Tomorrow I will be fully functioning again, I'm sure. Actually I'm not so sure. I'm not so sure I even want to start fully functioning again. |
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Well, I do my best, and it's nice to know that *someone* (sometwo?) appreciates my efforts. |
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