I guess I'm going to dress like Charlie Chaplin for Halloween. I can't manage the moustache, but I can manage the poverty. I may have a party to celebrate the fall of Babylon, the great city.
I don't actually have to start saving money and living poorly here, my salary hasn't changed and they project being able to keep my job around (barring financial apocalypse), but, you never know and I just feel like it. Might as well make my own bread and tighten my belt.
Okay, I've almost burnt enough time to plausibly call it a day. I'll go home, go running until I start coughing, and then waste all evening on crap instead of hanging out with people. I might eat, I haven't decided yet. Woo.
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