(diaryland) April 01, 2012 - 7:41 p.m.

God, this essay I have to do with another person is doing my head in. It has to be about enomonics and planning, and it's only two thousand words. Coordinating that with another person is a bloody nightmare; you're stepping on their toes, and you're writing things like "marginal-cost-based infrastructure charges."

I don't know what that means, but I quoted it, because it sounded economical.

Hang in there. One more week until a long weekend. Warm sun and long shadows.