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there's an annoying script error on my blog but i really can't care less at the moment because i've other things to worry about and other distractions.

today... it's 1130 now, lets see, where shall i go, what shall i do:

1200 - a recruitment agency on tottenham court road
1300 - the pret office at victoria
1400 - oxford street/covent garden (party to satisfy window shopping whims, and partly to literally gaze at shop windows for any job opportunity signs)
1700 - back home. i want an early night. snuggle up with la societe francaise and do some real reading

tomorrow it's saturday, going to run around a market, i'm thinking camden. also will head down finally to the british museum. have been putting it off long enough.

sunday... i'll think about sunday later.

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at the moment i'm having a lot of fun. i still don't know where this is going, but i'm not apprehensive anymore, let's just see what happens.

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so many things have happened to me in the past, so that i now can't help but believe in coincidence, serendipity, fate, too many words that are inadequate for what i'm trying to express but i think you'll know what i mean.