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It’s half past eight and I’m writing this in the office because I don’t know if I’ll actually get home this evening. There is nobody else here and the air conditioning is on loud. Everything is moving around quite swishily.

Today was the PCW Awards, when we presents awards to the best products and companies of the last year. I presented them last time around, on September 12th - a rather sober day, for obvious reasons. Dylan did it today, though, which was a relief.

Popped into the office for half an hour, to drop some copy on the server and check my email, then decamped to Cafe Royal on Regent Street for the ceremony and lunch. Very nice surroundings. Pretty ceiling. Nice food.

It all went rather swiftly, and we sat around chatting until moving on to the pub. Spent from two till four chatting with Jeremy Adobe and Sarah Macromedia, intending to leave at four to return to the office to finish my work, and buy some tea on the way.

Now it’s late, though, and I’ve just got back here. I’m checking the wires for a story for the breakfast show in the morning. But my head is too wooly to read the words and I can’t make my mouse click the Start button. I have to get home, and I’m going to have to get up in the morning.

I also need to eat, I think, but I’m not hungry.

I’ve hit a lot of doorframes. I think I should to listen to loud music on the train.

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