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I lied.
I did not go to the Pub last Thursday.
There is a slim chance I'll get there this Thursday.
I am alive in the world. Working. Visiting. Bemoaning working when visiting as it eats my time thatI'd rather use for writing.
My nose is different.
I need sleep.
I'm too darn smug.

My Nose

Due to public demand...

Yes, my nose is different. Having been hit by sticks, and wild sticks making a last break for freedom at that, my nose is different. The swelling has gone away as has it's old shape.

No piercings.

I have lost my big gay spike, for it was a spike of doom! I have reverted to the good ye olde standard two ball bar.

Please, don't snicker like that, it is unbecomming.