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I would claim I had an algorithm. An algorithm so cunning that foxes all over the country were plotting, deep within their their dens, to steal it. And algorithm so advanced that all the great minds in the world would be baffled. I would … but I know you wouldn’t believe me. But none the less, last night I won the Euromillions lottery. Well, at least won on it.

My lucky dip ticket matched two out of five drawn number from 1-50, and both the additional star numbers (drawn from 1-9) netting me a tidy £19.50. Hold on … £19.50? Yup, seems that matching four out of the seven numbers is only worth £19.50. Dagnammit. Still, no one won the £61,000,000 jackpot, so maybe I’ll get the (est) £70m next week.

So even after all my claims that I wouldn’t continue working after I win the lottery, it looks like I’m going continue working. In fact, spent the majority of today working and, depressingly enough, only managed to complete half of what I really needed to get done. I guess that means that I really should do some more work this evening, but I don’t think that’s going to happen, for I have Sideways to watch, and it gets a good writeup.

Eat, drink, and watch DVD, for tomorrow we work. groan