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There is an eighth deadly sin and it is called Liberty Méditerranée Peach & Passion Fruit Yogourt with 8% M.F. Gluttony doesn't even begin to describe it.

Spring is starting to twitch; this afternoon, a brilliant sun turned the snow an unearthly, dazzling blue as I walked on dry, salt-stained sidewalks.

I realised the other day that I haven't been shopping for clothes in far too long. On top of that, the slightly worn elbows of my nice black coat have alerted me to the fact that perhaps I should start thinking of coats as fashion items and things I should own more of. If I can spend over a hundred dollars on a pair of pants (but damn if they don't make me feel like a real professional of some sort), then why should I bat an eye at having more than a long black coat and a ski jacket to cover myself with in winter?

*drums her fingers on the desk, waiting for her damn cheque to be deposited*

I haven't bought food in a week and tomorrow night I need to get down to business and cook up some red thai curry for Friday's dîner communautaire. I also finally figured out what to do with that frozen fish I bought -- make fish curry! 'Tis a proper thing.

I had a strange dream about being in a country that was sort of Saudi Arabia (only it wasn't) with G, I think. For some reason, one of my co-workers was there and she told me that at a certain point in the mountains, we'd have to get out of the jeep and walk because vehicles weren't allowed there. I was worried about how we'd carry all our things, since we hadn't planned on trekking it and hadn't packed accordingly.

Waah, I can't stop eating the yogourt!