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Had I not taken on this absurd challenge I would be brushing my teeth already. Tired, tired, tired. I've had a hard day down the coal mine.

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Actually, it was a good day, I shouldn't complain. I sent off the application to renew my Canadian passport which expired, er, several years ago. What can I say, I use the English one all the time and just didn't notice. I even use it when going to Canada because I've noticed that having a Canadian passport does not get you one single picocurie of better treatment at the airport (meaning the Canadian customs and immigration trolls) so why bother carrying both? I went to the post office in the new downtown mall, and got there a quarter hour before it opened (over an hour after my local had opened, c'est la vie) so had a (huge, flavourless, burned milk) cappuchino and a (dry, crumbly, crusty) croissant while waiting.

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After that, out into the country (a suburb) to B's offices to discuss putting in a network and new computers. Then back to Stuttgart for an afternoon at the architects, where nobody threw anything the whole afternoon long!

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On my way home, I passed by our usual Stehcafé at the Hölderlinplatz and saw that the lights were on (odd, it's lunchtime only) so looked in. Marco was having an after-hours drink with a few friends, and waved me in. We spent a pleasant half-hour drinking prosecco and rehashing the Leitkultur debate (more on this anon). His wife dropped in on her way back from exercising the dog, so I got to meet her too. Then ran to the shop, four minutes before closing time, to grab a pizza for dinner and cereal for tomorrow morning.

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The reason I'm counting words is that I have signed up for ReviewMe after reading about it chez Savtadotty. It sounds like money for old rope to me, given that I write mini-reviews all the time for free anyway. They stipulate that the review must be at least 200 words long, and I wasn't sure whether that would be difficult or not.

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It'll be a breeze.

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I'm SMS'ing with one of the women from the speed dating evening while writing this, trying to arrange an alternative date for lunch (she can't make Wednesday, I can no longer make tomorrow which was to have been our fallback). Her last message was "OK CU LGA." Now that's compression!

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Thirteen down, seventeen to go.