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Friday, November 11, 2005

Big Job

Madly making sure all ninety-nine chapters are s**t-hot. It's going to take all weekend. Unemployed Charlie asks if I want to get out of London and stay at his on Saturday night but I decide not to. I know I won't relax until everything is finished.

Will forever kick myself if I blow it with Mr Big Cheese because I gave him something that wasn't ready.
Posted by Rob at 10:11 pm
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