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My computer is increasingly unhappy with me lately, and the most recent manifestation of this is that AIM has committed quite emphatic suicide. I really don't think it's going to be useable, which is... Oh yeah. Fun.

*sighs and starts saving up for laptop*

I'm really sorry if anyone wants to speak to me - believe me, I want to speak to you too. I will accept emails with pathetic gratitude.

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...wow. I've actually had nearly a month now of daily period pains. Some days are a hell of a lot worse than others, some days it's totally ignorable. Today? Bad day. Ow. Not bad enough to keep me in bed, thank everything, but bad.

I think I shall call the doctor on Monday, perhaps, and ask them if they could please harrass the hospital and actually make sure I get an ultrasound sorted because this really can't be good.

And I really need to tidy my room before I start my new job on Monday, but I'm finding it very difficult to work up the energy, I confess. I'm also faintly in denial - if I tidy my room in preparation that means that it's actually going to happen and I'm just not feeling mature enough to start working in a college. It feels like I've barely left! I know it's been a good few years since college, but I'm - is anyone ever ready to be an adult?

*sighs*

Didn't think so.

More drabble requests will be filled a bit later. Possibly after painkillers.

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Please send best wishes and good thoughts and all that stuff in the direction of indy_go. Because she's fabulous and she deserves them and I love her lots. So.

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*snickering quietly to self*

I just read the word union and I so pronounced it onion in my head. I was like heh, they spelt it wrong.

...wait.

*FACEPALM*

I think I need more sleep, or less painkillers, or something.

Heh.