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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:officenobody.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>Tales of an office nobody</title><link rel="self" href="http://office_nobody.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://office_nobody.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T13:35:02+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:officenobody.blog.co.uk,2005-05-12:/2005/05/12/title_2825/</id><title>title-21054</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://office_nobody.blog.co.uk/2005/05/12/title_2825/"/><author><name>30something</name></author><published>2005-05-12T20:49:47+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:49:47+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Not sure what I'm doing here really.  Boring day off work so thought I might try this to see if I'm as untalented as I thought.  It's seriously depressing when your year of birth is no longer visible in the drop down menu and you have to scroll to it.  I take this as formal confirmation that I'm no longer young.  &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I can't seem to get to grips with time anymore - days either seem to pass in a blur of noise and bustle or drag on for hours with no end in sight. Today's been one of those and I could happily go to bed now and write it off as a non-event, except for the fact that the sun is blazing through the window and I really ought to go out and enjoy it.  So that's what I'm going to do.  Damn this apathy and inertia!
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