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Here begins the last month of my twenties. What should I do with it?

In other news, the Auditor-General is still the coolest public servant in Canada.

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Oh God, just read Neil Gaiman's latest entry and it looks like Margaret Atwood is at it again:

Also yesterday I presented Coraline to a group of booksellers, in company with Margaret Atwood, who presented Oryx and Crake. She told the booksellers that her book wasn't speculative fiction because everything in the book was based on a scientific speculation in a brown envelope in her research box which left me scratching my head as to where she thinks science fiction (or even speculative fiction) writers get their ideas from. ("Dear God, for years we've just been making this stuff up! And now that Atwood woman turns the whole thing on its head by basing it on scientific fact! Why the Hell didn't we think of that?")

Really, Eckler, Atwood... Neil's going to have no sort of opinion of Canadian writers any more.

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I know I've bitched about this before, but really, I do feel that if I've made one massive delivery in a day, I should be let off work for the rest of the day. All my motivation has been used up.