Friday 11 July 1986

Another boring day.  I spent some time thinking of places to write to in search of a Saturday job (note use of additional, unnecessary verb, to think, no actual writing got done).  I did manage to play a round of Risk (the game of military strategy) with my friend – he of get-up-at-12-midday fame.  He won – must have been better rested than me.  I didn’t do a lot else today.

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