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So I'm now worried I'm going to become one of those people who says what they're thinking out loud. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but if it happens there will be trouble haha.

In other news the sore back watch '07 is still underway. The older I get the worse the pain and harder it is to recover from it. Let's here it for aging.

Also, blogger now autosaves drafts as you write...finally. I can think of at least one time I wrote for half an hour on something really important (to me anyway) and had it disappear on me.

Ian came up for a visit this weekend. My many months of doing nothing but work and getting enough sleep in between definitely showed. By Saturday night (actually more like early Sunday morning) after two nights of staying up late and drinking booze, I was falling asleep in the car, despite talking about anything to keep myself awake....what I imagine slowly bleeding to death might feel like.

OK, my back hurts too much while I type...which incidentally for most of you who play MSN with me, if you wonder where I go to, it's because I can't sit up to type anymore and need my heating pad....which I am about to retire to, along with a book, so I can enjoy the little bit of the long weekend I have left.

Lates.