September 3rd, 2008

Carravaggio

what a difference Milo didn't make

So I never got to see Milo.

I spent six hours trapped in meetings with the hobgoblin I can't stand instead. When I wailed that that was cruel and unusual punishment, an aquaintance said it was karma (they ain't no friend of mine no more). Sure, it wasn't the end of the world but that comment really upset me. It wasn't like I'd not had an exceptionally horrid day.

Fortunately I have way better friends than that, one of whom has sent me pages of Milo piccies as consolation (see below). And, oh yes, there were krispy kremes. With sprinkles. And a nice hot cup of tea.

So much for my resolution not to bury my misery in calories. Bollocks to that. Though today I was drowning my sorrows in cold, damp fish (aka what passes for sashimi at the local sushi counter).
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