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Ack, I seem to have left this journal alone for too long.

Told you I wasn't the journal-keeping type.

I'm knackered today. Flew down to Cardiff for an art show opening, which turned into a night full of mayhem and arguments about postmodernism in terms of aesthetics vs theory. always a fun one to get the juices flowing, that. I flew back this morning at stupid o'clock, because it was the only flight of the day. This entailed getting up at quarter-past four in the morning, having only got back to my hotel room an hour previously.

I'm debating heading out tonight and using bourbon as a means to stay awake and kick my body clock back into the cycle it should be used to.

This may be unwise in the extreme. We shall see.