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There is potential. Always.

Have discovered the repeat play function on my suddenly-a-bad-sleeper son's CD player. Hope endless lullabies will avert 3am yelling.

Got my run on! Weather.com 1, BBC.co.uk 0. I'm a pound lighter and full of endorphins. WOOF!

Anticipating a downpour; today's run rained off. I carb-loaded for nothing! (To be fair, I usually carb-load for nothing anyway.)

Where did all this rain come from? Get me a meteorologist, stat.

Network connectivity nightmare lasted 28 hours too long. Legs aching from running yesterday, I've evidently forgotten how to do it.

First run of 2009. Much trepidation. Will I look like a dick in my new running gear?

Cut'n'paste poster giggles? YUM! Mild smiles for all at http://www.controlxcontrolv.com - leave comments and make me feel relevant.

They snipped the ties and stole all 4 of my piece-of-shit hubcaps. Off a Mondeo. Why?

Alert despite early meeting and WATCHMEN last night. I choose to be awake, and that is enough to make a difference.

Very friendy strippers here in 1985 New York. Waiting in line for WATCHMEN at SeOne.

I coined "Venezimbabwela" yesterday and am still waiting for Google and the meme machine to pick it up. Too subtle, perhaps?

Surprisingly not hungover. Did lose at BUZZ! as predicted, and yes I do blame the Cava cocktails, new plastic pop music and slow reflexes.

Inadvertantly channeled Frankie Howerd in the ball pit. Two skill points!

I am ghostly, insubstantial; the only Dad at the Wacky Warehouse.

Why is the NHS using a big bald grinning bloke in its posters for cervical smear tests?

I've been voiceless since Wednesday. This can't be right.

It's got it all; death, hallucination, Vera Lynn and hospitals: in short, everything you want from a jolly pop ... ♫ http://blip.fm/~1uzps

Kinda sleepy, kinda hungry, kinda meh. It's that Friday feeling.

Okay: update the project board; do the Ugandan proposal; make car database tables; hookup oil testimonials. And that's Friday.