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Went to the doctor today about the stabbing pains behind my left breast. He reckons it's stress. I'm not convinced. I'm not that stressed. I ended up in tears in his consultation room, though; Mostly cos I was tired, I think. That was because he brought up Daniel, maybe. *shrugs* I'm not stressed about moving out, I'm kinda resigned about failing two subjects. I'm a bit worried, but I wouldn't say stressed. I'm not very stressed about putting on a play - I'm only director, after all.

Mmph. Stupid doctor. Pain's bad. Pain is very bad. What would he know?

Stress my arse. Grrr.