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Skinny jeans are *weird*. it's the fact that you have to pull down the calf bits as well to get them off. Most odd.

Emma brought in a caramel macchiato from starbucks that she'd tried because a mate had had one last week and she'd liked the smell. Foolish child. The point of the caramel macchiato is that it's half a tonne of caramel and cream to try and disguise the awful coffee. I took it off her hands and drank it whilst waiting for the coffee machine to finish since I was in despeart need of caffeine. Not as burnt as last time but still foul.

Got an email from Tom about spamming the yammer and to please not use it any more. Poor lad doesn't appear to have noticed that that was my purpose.... Success.

need to go buy mouthwash and put the ticket and hotel money into the bank. Which will then go straight onto the credit card it originally came from. Dammit.

For some reason, this weekend my shoulder decided to protest about carrying a heavy bag. Have suspicion it was straw + camel, but it means they're still killing me even when I took stuff out of said bag. combine with neck feeling bloody awful since I got into work, I think investigating the massage places on goodge st will be in my lunchtime.

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had massage. I'll never figure out why those things seem to go on forever.

Now sore but a lot looser. And certain points on my shoulder she was digging into were seriously painful. Yay, heavy bags and keyboard work...

Eyeing the corsodyl. it's almost certainly going to taste foul, isn't it?