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Erm, so right. I'm feeling a bit mopey atm. Hormones, not being able to breathe fabulously (though far better since stopping the inhalers), and so I went to Argos ( Read more... ) -
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Want biscuits. Have none. *cry*
Or just go to bed and continue as normal, but, ya know. Less emo that way... -
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Fuck. Why do I do it? I appear to be unable to say no to wine. And now have had just enough to make understanding the sale of goods act nigh on impossible. ARSE! -
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My sleep patterns are FUCKED! Moreso than usual. This is not good ( Read more... ) -
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I may be mildly hungover right now ( Read more... ) -
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Fuck it's cold, bugger me I'm tired, and I need coffee.
For more elabourate moanings, at a guess, see last friday morning's post of doom. -
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I went to the gym ( Read more... ) -
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Well, today is Wednesday ( Read more... ) -
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It's far too early. Spud woke me at half 4. He's quite good now though. If you ignore him like you're asleep he'll not meow for ages ( Read more... )