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I feel grouchy. I felt grouchy yesterday, when the gym was semi-closed in the evening, with only the pool and sauna open - a leak near a fusebox, or flooding, or something. I felt grouchier still at the wait for the bus in heavy traffic and damp cold. And when the guy two seats behind me on the bus was smoking, I lost the cool altogether, stomped back, grabbed the cigarette out of his mouth, and threatened to stub it out in his ear. He put it out and apologised in a very small voice.

Grouchiness was put off, however, by arriving home to find two of the non-household players of Middle Kingdoms waiting to play a game, having been led astray on dates by olethros. So we played a game anyway, and it wasn't too bad at all. And then some NWN before bed.

This morning, however, I was woken out of a sound and comfortable sleep, and promptly knocked the alarm clock down between the bed and the locker, where it continued to shrill at me from a place I couldn't reach it. I eventually got it, by dint of some contortions that miraculously didn't dislocate my shoulder. The bus was jammed with people, and a woman standing nearby had such perfume that I (and several others, from the coughing) could feel in the back of my throat. And someone wanted to interview me on the Dart about why I, a male, was reading Jilly Cooper. I glared at her until she wilted and went away.

Woe betide anyone who annoys me today. Razzle frazzle.

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Btw, if anyone wants LJ codes, I think I have two left. Leave a comment here or email me for them.

Snöar

Snöar. Snööööööööööar.

That's better.

And indeed, det snöar... maybe

You can tell I'm busy; I'm posting more. Met Eireann are forecasting - and I concur, having examined the charts - a NE wind, backing northerly, on Saturday. NE wind in November, if it lasts more than a few hours, can bring proper winter weather down from Scotland and Scandinavia. So I'm predicting a smidgen of a chance of snow early next week.

Only a smidgen, but it's a better chance than in years.

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I've just realised that I can't count, and that the project I thought was due Thursday is not due until next Monday. This is good. I also observe that I had better hurry up and learn the other tenses in Swedish, since I couldn't possibly post this entry with just the present.

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You know the feeling you get when you've just said something really witty, and then you think of something you could have said so much better - and your initial wittiness now looks rather dull? Closely related to arriving at the perfect retort to someone three days after you last saw them? Yeah, that. I hate that.

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And speaking of not seeing people for days, where's morenasangre?