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Work: OK, cool_office++

Swimming: Nice and cool after work. 600m in around 45 mins. Fun.

Dinner: Curry on Fitzroy St. Aircon. Rather good veg dupiaza.

Cinema: T3: giggle. Not bad at all, and more aircon too.

Walk home: no bike lights see. Ug.

Home: shattered. Too hot. Windows shut al day.

Lovely evening, just wish I didn't feel so miserable again now. Wish everything didn't remind me of all the things that happened, and all the things that won't happen now. So no, I don't think I'd be going to a sk0tzm34t even if it wasn't on a day I was already busy. Just to go to bed and hug rjk til I sleep might make it all better, or at least let me forget again for a little while, but it's too hot to sleep up there. And I really do need sleep. I want it back, I want it to be different, I want it not to hurt. No fucking chance.

Ah well, life goes on. And it *was* a lovely evening. Na night.

If in doubt, ask LJ to make your life decisions for you

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*sigh*

Now I'm snapping at Richard for wanting to avoid August, and snapping at August for sounding slightly disappointed at me going along with it, and cross with myself more than anything. I don't know WTF I'm supposed to do that won't feel like I'm letting people down, and will actually make me feel happy too. And this is about the 5th thing I've written in the last few days and immediately wanted to delete without posting, but for once I'll resist.