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16.04.2007 – Monday 16 April – Mondayitis

Morning

• Up at a quarter to six, out the door by ten past, buying a milkshake at a quarter to seven, and in the fishbowl, complaining about everything, by ten to seven. Making an entire room out of glass is not a good idea when it’s sixteen degrees. Nor do mice work on the glass tabletops. Glass rubbish bins are a bit odd too. Still, I suppose it looks good and impresses prospective clientele.

Afternoon

• I went well for half the day, then Mondayitis struck. The rest was a struggle. I tried eating beans, drinking various flavoured milk and soft drink, eating a chocolate bar, and eventually feeling terrible and vowing never to eat sugary things again.

Night

• I had an evening snooze, which made me feel somehow guilty. Reheated palak paneer (पालक पनीर, apparently) from last night made a nice and suitably un-sugary dinner.

1am

• The girls have finished watching their DVD, and I’ve finished listening to music and avoiding doing things I should be doing, and am off to bed. Last.fm and Pandora make having one’s own music collection essentially pointless. I guess it’s the modern equivalent of advertising-supported free-to-air radio.