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In praise of sexual acts

Well, today is Suicide Sunday. This is the official “beginning” of May Week where everyone (except me) goes out and gets as much alcohol into them as physically possible. I don’t do this, because I have to do stuff at 6:30 which is quite important and marks the end of me doing 3 years worth of stuff in a certain position. That’s organisational position, as opposed to physical position.

I’m going to go write chapter 2 of my book now.