January 19th, 2007

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I gave up trying to read my book at work because it was getting too dark, so I headed home and (luckily) failed to burn it down with candles. Did manage to splash wax about a fair bit and I have a slight blister on my finger too. Tea lights become lethal with their hot metal and molten wax.

The pub was pretty damn quiet. It was mostly our lot all night. I figure most people were too worried about the weather or thought it was shut. I, for example, rely on the sign being lit to tell if it's open or not. They should have put up a sign indicating that they were actually open.

izzy_stradlin has finally sort of moved in enough to be able to sleep there.