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Tuesday, December 17, 2002A most peculiar (not to mention late) weekend.The usual weekend routine involves Brigitte coming round here on friday evening, we go into town on saturday, shopping/people watching, mooch around here on saturday night, and then go to Brigitte's house on sunday where we spend a very lazy day. Then I catch the train home on monday morning. Not this weekend. We did the usual friday evening/saturday thing, but come sunday, I'd had a rough night with a bad stomach, and wasn't waking up for anything, so Brigitte went home. No big deal, she has better things to do than sit around and watch me sleep. So, I caught the train over to her place on monday afternoon, and came back here this evening. It just feels odd is all. I'm a creature of routine, and to be sat at the railway station on a tuesday at 5pm instead of monday at 8am, it confuses my poor underpowered brain. I must admit though, I did enjoy it. Oh yeah, Brigitte needs lots of sypathy, 'cause she's got a stinky horrible cold. Steve 7:00 PM [+]
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