Sanity is overrated. Coherent entries aren't. But I can't provide either.

I'm back from Vienna. ( Somewhat blurry proof that I was there: )

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I'm also back from another day at work. And I feel entitled to a bit of whining. Not so much because I had to work on a holiday - after all I don't really know why it *is* a holiday - but because a dog shat in my face. I feel this is a sentence that bears repeating in italics. A dog shat in my face.
A WHW-Terrier pup, its diarrhea and me trying to get its temperature didn't mix very well. I think this ought to make me question my chosen profession more than it did.