Guh. I spent the last hour of sleep this morning dreaming that I had got up, got dressed, checked email, put books in bag, and headed out. Twice I got halfway to work before I half-woke and started over, and I must have put the damn books in my bag twenty times. Result? Convinced I had already put the books in my bag, I didn't even look for them when I actually, and only realised as I got to Dun Laoghaire that the familiar Tuesday morning thirty-kilo weight was not on my back. I say again, guh.
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