New Antipasto entry: We love cricket.
Elyse writes brilliant poetry.
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Me: Not sure what to write about tonight
Him: me!
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It’s been a day full of meetings, it seems. Second last day before our other Web developer leaves, and we wanted to make sure there isn’t a major loophole in our knowledge. My tasklist has doubled, but it feels so much more than that.
And then there was one.
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Feeling sick didn’t stop me from having a coffee at the office in the morning, even if my body was disgusted by the thought of even consuming one. My usual half a cup at breakfast is compulsory, but I’d found that I can do without coffee for the rest of the day without too much trouble, depending on how I feel.
It made me think of an episode with a friend not too long ago; he laughed at me when I ordered a cafe latte within minutes of telling him that I’m lactose intolerant. I guess these are a kind of self-inflicted discomfort.
Maybe it was an act of defiance. Maybe it was because I wanted hang on to a seemingly habitual act of normality.