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My right leg is drenched in mud from foot to knee - I've nothing against the dark and cold but if the wet could only come from one direction I would be so much happier.
Today: First day of work in the small animal clinic -I expect to come back and rant.

Time for a little talk with my body

Breakfast consisting mostly of sugar is not a good idea, especially if one isn't completely healthy anyway.
( The tale of woe, in which I most emphatically do *not* faint )

So dear body, listen up: I don't care if you think that I need more sugar (or water, or sleep) if you do something like this again, there will be the imprint of a hand visible on my cheek - of my own hand to be precise.
And maybe I will eat bread tomorrow morning again, just to do you a favour of course, not because I'm reacting to your blackmail scheme.

But otherwise the day was fine - and I work the day shift on the holiday and the night shift next Sunday.
Now I'll sleep a little bit, I really don't feel absolutely OK.