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Haven't been writing. Have been doing lots of interiority, promise. Blame new prosic style on Bridget Jones Diary.
Feeling manky. Think I'll get some chips.

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Just seen the oil I'm meant to cook the chips in. Looks like...nothing else on earth, actually. River Ankh water perhaps? Adelaide water, come to that...

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Have just discovered my favourite chicken salt has sugar in it. Feel betrayed. Doesn't stop me licking it off my fingers though.

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Still reading Bridget Jones's Diary. Am starting to wonder if I've been tricked into re-reading Pride and Prejudice.

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Hey, only eight hours before I have to be at work! Less than that, even. Only eight shopping days till Christmas!

Maybe if I stay up and don't go to bed I can get by on sheer adrenaline.

I almost dropped dead at work today (yesterday) though, and I got passable amounts of sleep.

Mind you, got up at 9 yesterday, went to bed at 2. If I get up at 8 tomorrow and go to bed now, I'll almost be ahead of the game.



In the pack, anyway.



Lagging slightly behind, maybe.





I'm screwed.

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Think my computer's feeling left out of recent escapades with Nat & roshi's computers. Is definitely playing up. I haven't even installed anything recently.

My feet are cold.

Seven more things...

7 things that scare me: that I'll end up miserable & alone, that I'll end up like my mother, that I'll never find anyone to love (etc) me, finding out people I think are my closest friends actually despise me (yes, copied verbatim from Nat's list, and for a damn good reason), dammit, only four..., heights, ending up boring & just like the jones, death.

7 things that make me laugh: Liam, my friends, DAAS &c, Laugh Radio (89.9 FM <-- shameless plug), Monty Python, (dammit, I laugh a lot & loudly. Why can't I think of anything that makes me laugh??) Boy Meets Boy (keenspace.com), Tom Stoppard.

7 things I love: singing, Sarah, Liam, Nat, (dammit, I'm going to run out of space), reading, playing on my computer (esp being creative), drama.

7 things I don't understand: why I can't find a s.o. at all, full stop (even bloody EVAN has found someone to go out with), why Christianity is so popular, why I did crim, why I went out with Evan, why Daniel hates me so much, how I'm going to survive this year & actually continue uni next year, how I'm going to direct a play. {special bonus answer: how I'm going to get up tomorrow}

7 things on my desk: I see I'm going to have to be selective. Hmm. Cards (playing), ink (turquoise & purple), peter carey's collected stories (sigh) astor poster thing, favourite red brush that was missing for past n months, piles of books, hypodermic syringe (really true)

7 facts about me: I am so painfully ashamed of my body it's pathetic, I seem to be intent on falling for straight girls, I have no idea how to spot a dyke (but could probably guess a gay man at least one time in four, to be on the safe side), all I want to do right now is sleep for a week (and maybe wake up changed like Orlando), I'm neurotic & whiny, I now hate work with a passion (as of today/yesterday), I can't stop thinking about/torturing myself over Sarah, and I blame my excessive singleness.

BONUS FACT: subtitled: the real reason I was crying in Moulin Rouge.
The movie affected me rather severely, but it wasn't helped at all by my imagining what I'd do to the particular brunette who happened to be sitting next to me...
And I was crying because I know I'm never going to get to do anything with her, and the way I'm going, probably with anyone else either.


I'm sorry this is so manky. Thought I was in a humorous & intelligent mood, but I'm not.

Hey, I warned you I was neurotic & whiny. And let's not mention excessively sleep deprived. (And probably fired, after I turn up to work tomorrow)

Night, all.