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DAMMIT! I was so close to getting through the month without tripping over my budget, and now I'm about £6 short of a bill that'll be taken out just before I get paid. POOP. I need to change when my BT direct debit comes out, 'cos the 22nd'ish' is just ridiculous. It'll be more than £6 short by then, 'course, 'cos I need milk too.

I may have to get a weekend job until I can get a proper teaching job. (Ugh, need to STOP SAYING THAT. I teach. It's just part time. With TA duties to make it up to full time.) I do not get paid enough for the job that I do. Would like to pet the mythical 'savings' monkey one day.

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I've been back from home two and a half hours and been asleep for all of it. And now, faced with the prospect of dinner versus bed I'm going for bed. I will shower, though, I'll give you that. I don't know if I can go back to work tomorrow, might have to go to a doctor because I don't feel like I'm breathing properly, like I have to really concentrate to get enough air, and I'm not having fun. <--- comical understatement. At the very least I need to buy some kind of expectoranty cough medicine so I can get the snails out of my lungs.

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went to doctor. Apparently this is normal post-swine-flu sick and my lungs sound fine no matter how they might feel (OH HAI YOU ARE WASTING OUR TIME) and I can't afford the medicine until friday and I can't take any more time off work (OH HAI YOU ARE WASTING OUR TIME) and I can't cope. I'm admitting it. I'm sitting here crying like a dick. And the phrase 'YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH', for the record, was invented with me in mind (OH HAI WE ARE WASTING OUR TIME ON YOU).