i am mightily tired of chocolate biscuits and have (not being providential) failed to supply myself with the usual assignment-time crates of apples. i wonder what else there is to snack on (while i stay up continuing to wring blood from stones.) in any case, no amount of chocolate biscuit incentives seems to be able to get my shareholders’ agreement draft going. grar.

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i have inspected the kitchen cupboards and discovered two raisin buns that the minz-father had placed therein and have consumed them. for good measure i followed up with a somewhat aged nectarine that was sitting all alone in the fridge. i shall continuing working (but am now casting occasional covetous glances at the kitkats i found in the fridge.)

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apples 3 : kitkats 2 (the minz-papa has obligingly gone and got me a basketful of apples.)

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apples 5 : kitkats 2 : choc chip cookies 6. (more hours of drafting to go.)

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apples 7 : cookies 7.

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i am the first to concede that that i would get a lot of my drafting done faster if i didn’t keep eating apples (and recording the eating of which) every 15 minutes, but i contend that the quality of the drafts (sans apple-eating) would be much less acceptable. i am also vaguely comforted by the sudden memory of cindy k’s skin turning faintly orange in college from chomping on too many carrots during exam-period. for apples, as far as i know, don’t turn you any colour at all, however many of them you might choose to eat, and chocolates only make your fat, not discoloured. so there you are.