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Today, I must escape from work early to buy chocolates, the Scissor Sisters album, various sister-y rubbish, some seaweed for sushi, a Rat Pack DVD, the Il Divo CD, pick up my prescription, take my camera film to the developer, send off the last couple of packages, organise an induction for our new Occupational Therapist, finish going through the admissions figures for 2004 and get enrolled for that bloody Spanish class.

I HATE CHRISTMAS. The end.

Also, I should point out that I am fully aware of the irony of my journal's title and subtitle. The Sound and the Fury signifies the fleeting, unimportant nature of a human life; It lasts for always is the skin horse's confirmation that we each leave our mark. I didn't plan it that way. I just like the two phrases.

ARRGH! Two days to go and I have to plunge into capitalist scheisse and run around like a blue-arsed fly! Roll on 2005.