I am KNACKERED. Had a highly un-nerving dream last night in which a man with a knife came in to my room and stabbed me repeatedly, and I hit him over the head with a CD player and he STILL didn't die and continued to stab me until I woke up in a puddle of sweat
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I have been doing absolutely NOTHING. I hate being too skint to even go for a pint, or lunch, or the cinema. Working in the Vale on Friday and Sunday, so should get a few bucks out of that to get me through the weekend
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Went to the Police station yesterday to get my phone, only to find two unbelievably rubbish staffers who seemed pissed off that I was even there. They looked for about two minutes then said they didn't have it. Shite
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