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When you don't get to the office till 10, and you've a full day's work to do, and you stop once to walk through snow, slush and water to buy buns and slices of ham to eat at your desk, and you take an hour for your regular shiatsu treatment, well then you don't leave the office before seven o'clock like I did tonight, and when you get home you wash some dishes and eat some chicken noodle soup with crackers for supper and then sit down and watch a movie and before you know it, it's past 11 and your eyes are pressing down and you know bed is going to feel damn good and even better because the radio will be on and will talk you right to sleep.

Bon soir, mes amies. Á la prochaine ... .