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So she can s*dding well keep it then. Why am I here? It's not a cosmic question, I have loads to do.

larians has organised for some house letting agent to come around, and see the house, uh, soon, I don't know when but I presume before Saturday, cos that's when I'm travelling back to London for more shows. He has also had to go to London this week, leaving the preparation and sorting of the house to me. He didn't do it on purpose (no really, that's what he tells me and I believe him) but it's a massive task and I'm knackered already.

I seem to have inadvertantly hurt my left hand, it stings and it's really stiff. I have to phone my accountant, and perhaps I have to speak to my doctor cos my period hasn't turned up and its well late. No, I don't think I am pregnant. I think I am pre-menopausal, or traumatised by the news I received in May, or just plain so tired my body insists I stop. I should listen to my bod, it's a reliable friend. Edited to add; Now that I've mentioned my period and seem ready to take its absence seriously, it returns like a sheepish lover. Clearly it just needed to know I care

I keep forgetting things. I went to the kitchen, made my first coffee, then came back in and did it again. It was only when I found I had used up the milk that I recalled my earlier efforts and wondered where my first coffee went. Unable to find it, I made a black coffee instead and came up here to check my emails. Sitting next to my pc was my first coffee, winking at me. I drank them together, now I'm on my third. Good morning Wednesday. It is Wednesday, right?