October 13th, 2008

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No, son, you can't have a robot, because we have to eat

OMG I am reading a Marian Keyes novel. Yes, fiction. Not only that, but light fiction. I haven't read a lot of Marian Keyes, in fact I think that Sushi For Beginners about sums it up - and now I'm reading Angels, which seems to be following a similar theme - woman has run of bad luck, changes environment, triumphs over adversity in a humourous way.

Which is all good by me, especially the humourous bit. Marx, Weber and all the other dead guys with big beards were not renowned for their humour, eh?

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Weird, disturbing dreams last night, details of which are hazy but the feeling stayed. I woke up with a headache. Am I turning into one of those people who uses their journal as a whinging tool?

Please be honest. Yes, it's my journal and I can say what I like. But I don't want to be that person, and if I'm slipping into it I'd like to stop now.

Jeez. Robots. ;-/