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Man am I in a funk. Nothing's really changed lately in my life, as far as routine is concerned; it certainly isn't unpleasant.

My boy's in town, which is a good thing, but after working, and having to cook, and god knows what I just want to punch a wall and pass out. Not that he makes me cook--I enjoy it, and I'll be lucky if the debt collectors don't come calling this month.

Yesterday was his birthday, and I made three full meals and baked my first cake. And good wine, courtesy of MrSmead.

I also managed to singe off some of my eyelashes the other day, lighting a cig.

That is all for now.