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[...] I was even more surprised when this presumed male pigeon suddenly broke out into a frenzied courtship dance around the corpse. I’d just got dressed and hadn’t had any breakfast; I was keen to have some and get on with my day, since my monumental all-nighter meant I’d woken up very late and ha…

I managed to update my schedule for the week, print it out and turn the computer off again; eight minutes in total. While I was at it, I checked the graph of my screen time; it’s still a bit high for my liking, but it’s dropped considerably, from five hours a day to three hours and fifty-six minute…

Yesterday (Friday, I mean) I had time to phone my cousin; he left me an answerphone message about ten days ago, and I hadn’t been able to get to the phone at a reasonable hour to call him back. And you need plenty of time to spare if you want to talk to my cousin; he doesn’t share my phobia of tele…

But now I’m rambling. I’ll just mention that the computer was turned on for most of the day. I didn’t receive a single email. I turned one of my Visual Basic programs into another, which will tell me whenever I’m straying from the schedule I set myself for using the computer. Because today I woke u…

Another day of muscle pain and distraction, or rather what my doctor, who called in late last night, described as [a word I can’t remember right now, a synonym of ‘splitting’; she used a more technical psychiatric term]. Chl came before that. Her PMT was in overdrive, but she’s always a delight. To…