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Date: 21 February 2006 21:17:28
As I came home in the bus this evening, I had a terrible sense of foreboding. Was it because I needed a bath, and two weeks ago when I was trying to have a bath the cataclysmic argument happened? Was it fulfilled when I read on in alice in the looking glass which describes horrifically the daily rituals of an anorexic teenager? Or am I just tired - down because despite yesterday's day off, I'm still distinctly below par?
Should I be cheered up by reading with Celebrity in SnapShots about grace - God's kindness towards us, which we don't deserve?