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I feel awful today, although a little better since I had some lucozade and gave myself some, any, blood sugar. XD I've signed up to a doctor at least, which took two hours waiting to see a nurse - I now have to go back in an hour to see the doctor. I'd be more huffy about it if Smaller hadn't lent me Tipping the Velvet to read, as it's really quite lovely. I'm absolutely blinkin' knackered and stressed about missing work again, but worse things happen at sea.

My brain keeps poking me with THE NECROMNOMNOMICON in big flashing letters. My brain is unhelpful.

If you are inclined to offer, I should very much like snugs.



ETA:

For a slice of awesometastic to make bad days better, check out the cute shirt pentapus has designed. Enough votes and it'll get made, so you should totally go do that. Weaves, Del, Shati, you guys may well like this one.

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We don't kill bugs in this house. We're all hippy and organic and vegetarian and recycled, and we tend to chase crane flies out of the door, upend bins on top of spiders and slide them towards the garden, tolerate the occasional fly without doing more than yelling at it to GET THE HELL OUT, ALREADY!

The exception - since there must always be an exception - is mosquitos. Mosquitos are destroyed with extreme prejudice, when I can be bothered (I have two in my room right now, but they're all the way over there). I've got to the point where I can now eliminate them with a snapped tea towel. I'm like a frickin' ninja.

*ninjes about ninjily*

I'm so tempted to see if this works on the neighbours upstairs. Apparently the guy who lived in our flat last year had a gun with which he took pot-shots at pigeons. I reckon that's just what he told the guys upstairs he was aiming at because he kept missing them.