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[angelophile]

Hmm, pattern emerging. It's... 9.39 on a Tuesday night, I'm still at work with no means of getting home. I've been here 12 hours. I've started getting paranoid, self pitying and aggressive and I've just had to search for the 6th document in a row called pressrelease.doc because everyone that sends copy into this damn magazine lacks imagination. Oh, and the rest of the week? I'm really really screwed.

This explains my bad mood I think.