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Yesterday, I mostly spodded. And coded. And did a little bit of writing. And started storyness. Oh, and I went shopping, to get some new T-shirts to replace the ones I've worn entirely to death, and to get some new wrist rest thingamies (from Staples, yay! but we didn't have enough time to hang around in there, boo).

The day before, I was tidying my room quite a lot of the day. I rescued the dead drawer from the mountains of New Scientist magazines and put library books in there instead, but the drawer is kinda ruined forever now (the really-thin-plyboard that the bottom's made out of has bent lots). Oh well, the gap isn't big enough for library books to fall out of. Rearranged my wardrobes and some of my drawers, threw a whole load of junk out 'cos I was in a throwing-stuff-out mood (my theater program collection was the main casulty). Then had a major angst attack in the evening 'cos I was tired and I got angry when I had to come off the computer (being in the middle of coding and all) and then I got stressed.

Of course, the real reason I started to be stressed on Tuesday was the Evil of Onions. Onions are evil, or at least this one was - I was trying to chop it up but it just slipped all over the place so I had to try and cut each bit indivdually, which is a pretty neat trick when you have your eyes closed 'cos they hurt so much... it's a wonder I didn't slice my fingers off. (translated: I attempted to make tea, and didn't do all that well.)

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