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I am possessed of a few mental blocks. Most of them are small and unremarkable - the undead turning rules in 3rd Edition, that kind of thing. But there's one huge one, which is really annoying: putting the bins out on a Wednesday morning so they can be emptied. Normally, we put them out on Tuesday night as we get back from the game, but I was out of routine last night, and didn't do so.

This morning, as I was leaving the bedroom, Nina said "Remember to put the bin out", or words to that effect. I repeated it to myself like a mantra as I checked email, fed the cat, cleared some stuff from my bag, and the other routine of the morning. "Put out the bin, put out the bin, put out the bin... where the hell is my phone?"

And by the time I found the phone (table in the sitting room - I wasn't even in the sitting room last night), all thought of the bins had evaporated, and I blithely walked straight past them, not thinking of them until I actually arrived in Dun Laoghaire. At which point I contacted olethros, but he was already in work, so yet another guilty SMS was sent to inannajones.

I am an idiot.

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I'm not quite convinced this is genuine. Book of Erotic Fantasy: "the first roleplaying game, compatible with the best selling Dungeons & Dragons fantasy roleplaying game, that deals directly with sex and sexuality." By Anthony Valterra, who works for Wizards.

Bizarre, man.

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My typing speed improves immensely when I'm stressed.

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Headache. Right temple. Feels like someone with an ice pick.

Not a fun day.

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It is possible that there is little that can cause more danger of putting one's soul in peril of eternal damnation than watching someone who just handed one an extra hour's work when one is already an hour and a half into overtime, swanning off to her acting class. Not words, not deeds, thoughts alone that would condemn one to be the toy of Satan until the Big Crunch.

So this evening, I'm glad I'm not Christian.