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i've been the absolute anti-model employee this week

(something that i've always thought i could never be)

but there you go

took 3 sick days off this week, i.e. my paycheck this week will be ugly indeed

was i really sick, ill, feeling unwell and not good etc?

in a very special way, yes

tuesday and wednesday nights were crazy, no way will i have champagne near me again for a long long time

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tomorrow seems fun

1000 to 1600 will be spent learning about being a good women's volunteer, how to deal with domestic abuse cases etc, at the office on oxford st

followed by dinner with ah-vette (yay! you have been terribly missed) at chinatown at 1830

and then it's off to meet petya (lovely bulgarian colleague from the hospital; oh the times we spent hiding in one of the patient's room's toilet, her reading the bulgarian version of paul coelho's eleven minutes, me sprawled on a chair and dozing off next to the bath) for clubbing with her friends in farringdon

sounds like an indulgent weekend doesn't it

oh, and it's off to milan mon-wed (i blame ryanair's 4-million free seats sale)

it all sounds like last-minute desperation doesn't it

well uni is starting in a week's time, this year i'm gonna put in a lot more effort into my studies and we'll see if it doesn't pay off

then there's rugby, oh god as much as i try to stay positive about being captain, nagging insecurity inevitably surfaces (like, "god what if i pass out this year at initiation?")

but truth be told

c'est la vie, je vois la vie en rose

and i'm loving it