the brit is working late which means i have to look after myself (i.e. dry cereal for dinner). i’m still coughing but much better now so i can probably forego the trip to the chemist to find cough medicine. i’m anxious to get back to working out. i saw a not so flattering picture of myself and i don’t have the restraint to diet nor the resolve to have an eating disorder so it looks like i have to do it the hard way. at least i like working out or i’d have problems.
i have to get going. i brought home a document to rewrite. someone in my office wrote that something “almost totally automatically” does something. really?
and i have to finish marple (nemesis). i still don’t know who the murderer is!