home from the job. couldn't open the door on arrival at 11pm. it was blocked by a package from mother. full of, what else, chocolate (fancy kind too!:-)
she knows i'm too shy to go trick-or-tricking.
have no idea what i did all day. must have been fun 'cause i feel mellow.
now to bed again, with chocolate, tea and a book about spinoza (don't you roll your eyes at me. i know you're doing it! my spy hound is watching you...)