Larissa and I are having a writing day today, which has either been wildly successful (if the desired outcome was fun and relaxation) or wildly unsuccessful (if the desired outcome was actual writing).
There have been some low points though. A pigeon flapped on me in Summer Hill, and I got given the wrong lunch in Glebe where the waitress told me it was not her job to worry about whether or not I got the right lunch. If that's not her job I'm not sure what is, but I kept that quip to myself.
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