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Well, since (successful) conclusion of NaNoWriMo I have had no desire to glance even slightly at a computer screen, hence lack of blog updates. It's all over now though, and Christmas is upon us, so I will need to vent, thus:

I'M BACK, BABY!

And what a shitfest the last couple of weeks or so have been. Work has descended into a maelstrom of decorations, festive records and pissed office parties (I have been asked twice in the LAST WEEK whether or not we can "do a pizza, cos I don't like anything on the menu" on both occasions I have pointed them in the direction of the kebab shop over the road). 'Tis also the season to chase cokeheads out of the toilet REPEATEDLY (though I hit upon the idea a couple of days ago of wiping the top of the cistern with chilli oil at the start of each shift, and that seems to have done the trick). The manager's gone a bit mad (in the same way that Rasputin was a bit of an eccentric), and I'm left trying to jolly a demoralised and knackered staff along whilst all the time wanting to cut my own throat on the off chance I'll get an early finish.

So that's Christmas then.

On the up-side, the time away from the computer (and the fact that out telly's bust) has meant that I've got a bunch of reading done, and when not reading I have been preparing ever more elaborate meals (this evening's risotto took six hours from start to finish, including butchering chicken and making stock time. It was was quite nice, as it happens) or going for very lengthy runs. All good, positive and jolly stuff, really. So hooray. But roll on January.

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