June 12th, 2005

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Cappuccino Cake? Just say no.

After a wonderfull couple of weeks I'd reached the point where I was sarcastically-impotent. I couldn't rise to the bait, I wasn't being rude. I managed to drink in moderation. After worrying that I had in fact been replaced by an alien copy a combination of a little coffee-flavoured cake and tiredness has brought back some of the vile and bitriol.

Is that a good thing? I'll think on it later.