July 1st, 2004


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You are an SRCL--Sober Rational Constructive Leader. This makes you an Ayn Rand ideal. Taggart? Roark? Galt? You are all of these. You were born to lead. You may not be particularly exciting, but you have a strange charisma--born of intellect and personal drive--that people begin to notice when they have been around you a while. You don't like to compromise, but you recognize when you have to.

You care absolutely nothing what other people think, and this somehow attracts people to you. Treat them well, use them wisely, and ascend to your rightful rank.

I'm almost 100% sure I shouldn't be told things like that.  If you'd like to have your ego corrupted then see here.

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I'm back from Venice.

I had a terrible headache, so I took some painkillers.

When I remarked to Ed that I felt much better he took the piss out of me and told me I should write up this new headache/painkiller link on my journal.



Took Friday off work so that I could recover from Venice (which, considering the slight sunburn, dehydration and tiredness is probably a good thing).  Was looking forward to a long weekend.

Friday will now consist of:
Morning - go visit Lilian, help her recover from the state that her floor-sanders have left her in, move beds back into correct rooms.
Afternoon - meet up with Erin, tell her what I've been up to.
Evening - collect wallpaper from shop, take back to my place and help Ed put (some of) it up.

Saturday contains a wedding ("Mad" Bob Dalgliesh, for anyone that might remember him).

Sunday is still free.  Short of multiple simultaneous apocalypsii I intend to keep it that way, and shall be spending the day dead for reasons of terminal knackeredness.

In other news, I was inducted into the world of Chick-Lit via "The Book Club" which was badly written but well dialogued and plotted, made me giggle on numerous occasions and cry once.  I am now halfway through "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time", written in the voice if an autistic teen.  Rather enjoying it, especially as it reminds me of my own teenage-dom (although not to anywhere near such an extent, obviously).  Oh, and have read a few hundred more pages of C# book, which means I now understand Delegates, Events and Reflection.

And now to bed.  If the world ends then don't bother to wake me.

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