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Sleepytime. Home all day today, didn't get much sleep last night 'cos of having to try and sleep in the computer room 'cos the decorater has invaded my room and the curtains in here are far too thin. Sath, you have the organisation ability of a wet pamphlet, but I can say that with a smile now. At least I'm not stressed any more. All I have to do today is spend 10-15mins speaking German, but I've got 7 IE windows open and appear to be determined to waste the rest of the time. I'll prolly get dragged out for a walk later. Parents have gone to buy a new bathroom. Maybe I should load up the talkers, I thought I was only going to go online to check a couple of things but I appear to be installed for the duration instead.

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Yup, my parents are going to drag me out for a walk, fairly soon now. Decorater appears to be thoroughly installed in my room and has taken over most of upstairs, although shut in this room it's as if nothing ever changes (curtains are still drawn as per usual). I don't really mind as sleeping in the computer room is kind of cool in an odd way, and gives me some excuse to pile even more of my junk and spend even more of my time in here. The icon on 'bored' is a bit extreme, probably going to use 'blank' or suchlike in future for that unless I'm really bored to tears.

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Okay, no walk 'cos it was raining, just a trip to the hairdressers (just to trim the fringe!) and then being sent to go post something to expose me to more of that ghastly fresh-air stuff. Now back online with decent music and purring contentedly .
./~ Cos I could never make it last
Or ever understand
What you'd keep me for
When I turn evil in your hands ~\.

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I feel tired and run-down and confused and worried and weary (which is not the same as tired, not at all) and yesterday evening I said to myself 'Woo, you're a freak Chess' and I meant to record it but not why and I can't remember why I wanted to record it or why I wanted to write this long run-on sentence Word would complain at me bitterly for because nothing makes sense when you haven't had enough sleep and I'm not likely to get enough sleep for forever... in fact I'm almost certainly just blaming my mood on tiredness I had what ought to have been more than enough sleep.

./~ She buys a ticket 'cos it's cold where she comes from
She climbs aboard 'cos she's scared of getting older in the snow ~\.