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In no particular order:
- I went jogging this afternoon, for the first time in about a week. I suck. I will never be a size 6 again. I'm sure I'll never be a size 8 again. Of course, I couldn't get any guys ('cept one) interested in me when I was, so why should I care?
- Letters, we get letters: okay, okay already. I now know that The psychic is the housekeeper's son, on the spoilers page, is from Dead Again. Stop telling me that.
- I have been told not to whine about not getting as many hits as Ceej. Various reasons for this: people who are not on her notification list keep checking her page, I get more hits than other people, and because I'm old and married I'm not as exciting as Ceej. Well, thanks. I'm going to go be morose now.
- David Frazer insists that Brits are not at all insidious or tea-drinking or at least not both at the same time.
- How many pages did you write today?
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