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Tuesday, October 16

You Should Read This

It's always the way when you write something publicly. Someone will look at it and think - "mmm, should he be writing that? what if so and so saw it?". To be honest with you, I'm foolish to write so much down and foolisher still to share it with the world. I have my methods of keeping it less personal and trying to be vague, but they don't necessarily work, sometimes even backfiring and making things seem more opinionated and worse.

Ah well... ho hum... I have to write something down. It's what I am. It's what I do.

Sorry.

I'll not say too much about work today. I will say that there were some moments of revelation and also that the emotional temperature was higher for me than normal. A little lack of sleep can exaggerate one's mood. Generally, I was feeling either a slight degree of being rushed, or, from time to time, the flush of excitement at a possible moment of success.

I feel like I'm contributing something useful, but time will, of course tell.

Today was nominated as a "valve day". This is a term I've invented and even used in a meeting today. I've hitherto used it to describe my extra-curricular activity planning, rather than work planning. As far as I'm concerned the valve-day began when I left the office.

The idea is straightforward. I hurry myself through life so fast that I build up various pressures. A valve day is a planned day of doing nothing in which I'll actually relieve some pressure or other. Today's valve day was spent ironing and moving clothes between my room and where the washing is done. As an encore I bought about £2000 worth of white goods online so that my washing (cooking and refrigeration) needs will be even better provided for in the near future.

I even managed to watch a DVD... well some of one. Not bad.

Tomorrow night I think I'd rather be home doing more valving... but we have a works night of enforced jollity instead. I'm perverse - when jollity is handed to me on a plate I'm all precious about it, but when I have to travel hundreds of miles to get a thin slice of it, then I'm happy as Larry.

Who is Larry? Does he want to swap?

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