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Tuesday 13th March 2001
This was my first day back home, really, and I can't say I found it particularly enthralling. I'm not jetlagged, which is a shame as it would give me an excuse to be late to work in the morning. Which I was anyway. I did wake up briefly at 5am for a couple of minutes but nothing too exciting. My first day back at work was dull as shit, save for the ongoing questions about my holiday and whether I'd had fun, nobbing my way around Australasia. I quite enjoyed that attention but other than that there was little to do of excitement. I popped into Newbury at lunchtime to get out rent money and stuff but that was about it. In the evening my energy levels were quite low. I flopped home at about 6pm and had some soup and bread but that was it as I couldn't be bothered to cook anything. I managed to survive a couple of episodes of The Simspons before finally giving in to heavy eyes and crashing for a couple of hours. I have no hot water. That is rather irritating. Mad landlady complained about me having been away on the first of the month yet didn't apologise for the fact that I couldn't have a shower after 13 hours on an aircraft. Not impressed. I have a huge spot on my lower lip. Pah! | |||
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