5:39 p.m. - Sunday, May. 02, 2004
This IS work, it is, it is, it is!!
I am still here! I promise! But I am working working working. And, when I'm not working, I am either sick of writing, or pretending I'm working. Writing my diary is plainly not working, so while I can delude myself that reading other people's diaries, forums etc is working, even my lax conscience kicks in when this little white box pops up and puts its begging face on.

Young Musician of the year is on. I can't decide if I admire these kids or despise or pity them. Except for the 11 year old pianist with a dreadful lisp. The last emotion definitely applies there. He's 11! He should spend more time out playing and sneaking looks at rude magazines than sitting at a piano harping on about concertos.

The mice are fine, and very squeaky. They are eating very badly, because I am, but they aren't fat and they have nice healthy poos (mmm, the joys of being a mouse owner!), so the cake papers, cheese fragments, unsalted crisps and yogurt pots shall continue. They do have other things too though! No mouse related hate mail, I pray!

Ok, got to go. This is not doing work.

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