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I am dragging today. Vivid and vaguely disturbing dreams, partly due to reading Charles Stross' latest Laundry Files book before bed. I gave in and went across the street for a second coffee. Where I had to stand behind someone dithering about his order. I just want my damn small drip coffee black please! If you're not going to order, get out of the #%$#%ing way so those of us who need our coffee can get it.

Then the elevator going back up had been used as a fart closet. Hotboxing shared transport is not cool.