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cholten99 brought office work home for the second time this week. Excuse me; I'm a self-confessed workaholic and self-sacrificial fuckwit and I don't bring work home with me. But if he really felt it needed to get done, then who was I to argue? I needed the sleep anyway.

SO far this morning I've done the unthinkable and answered the phone here. He still wasn't getting out of bed so I rescheduled the phone-chat for tomorrow. Christ, even when I'm at home I'm a secretary. So maybe I do take my work home with me. Or maybe it just follows me, like a wayward puppy dog.

I really should go and have a shower or something, and hope to God it's not cold enough to freeze my hair outside. I am going to see "Lost in Translation" with thm, cholten99 and Claire, who has no Livejournal and probably never will because I can see the very concept making her recoil in horror.

She's also a veg, so I'll be leading the group to Govinda's. FOINM would be proud -- though a little shocked to find out that they've torn down both the pizza place we used to go to on the corner of Oxford Street and Charing Cross Road and the Greek restaurant they replaced it with. I don't know what'll go there next, but it'd better like being sandwiched between a Tube station entrance and a sex shop...

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Oh, PS: went shopping for birthday presents for Kat and His Schnookness who still hasn't stirred from bed. They're bastard hard to shop for but I'm proud of my purchases ... except for the fact that it's nearly impossible to buy something for your live-in SO's birthday that's not a teeeeeeeeeeeeensy bit selfish. I wanted to do something he mightn't have thought of, something we could share, but maybe I should have picked something that's just exactly what he wanted. But that would have involved Amazon wish lists and that would have sucked. At least this way has imagination.