I saw a flyer for a ‘symposium’ at Rutherford House. Unfortunately I didn’t read it properly and turned up at 9:30 pm instead of 9:30 am. But I couldn’t have gone at 9:30 in the morning anyway so I guess that was okay.

While I was waiting after work I had a drink with one of my work colleagues. She drank a lot and told me a lot of her life story. Stuff she hasn’t told people in years. This has been happening to me a lot lately. I think I could take a career as a counselor since I’m apparently so good at getting people to tell me everything about them. Either a counselor or a blackmailer anyway.

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