I'm writing this from the foot of Clifton Heights in... er... Clifton. Due to a miscalculation in my timings, I am waiting in the rain for some friends, to whom I'm giving a lift. It would be okay, but I think I heard wolves a few minutes ago.
Veguary is going fine. No cravings or hair-loss yet, although one of my workmates made me listen to the sound of her husband frying sausages down the phone.
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