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0959: Using the free time I have to clean up the computer and defrag because its lack of speed is pissing me off.

1024: Just gave Tish directions to the henna place. Creepy-ish shopowner, but kind of nice regardless and willing to do really nice henna for you.

1030: Not sure if I've said this before, but the rooftop here is really nice (or at least the scenery is) - if it wasn't so dirty I'd prolly eat lunch there as often as possible.

1330: Had a bottle of Coke for lunch. I'm either going to hell or my ovaries are going to escort me there.

1359: Because I'm feeling majorly upset and need to distract myself...








They barely help. BARELY.

1503: Doing some very interesting reading since no one's doing anything and I'm falling asleep, plus VERY glad that VigilantCitizen has a new post! Ugh they don't seem to post as often as they did anymore, I wonder if it's because they find they have less to talk about now?

1537: Opening letters - my colleague has this penknife that is deliciously sharp and cuts just about anything and everything - I love it!

1725: So close to 1800 hours - LEZZ DO DIS. Can't wait to get home and die for the weekend.

1741: I've been nodding off all day, which isn't surprising considering how I managed to clock 6 hours yet woke up feeling as though I hadn't slept a wink. Plus, I've been shaking like a leaf for no reason. Today has been an absolute nightmare, to make an understatement.

1746: I think I've given up - nothing's going to happen. He's going to forget all about me and live his happy life, and I'm going to have to walk away too. Why did I even think something good could happen from this?

1753: It's all my fault. Everything's fucked up, and it's all my goddamned fault.

1908: No matter what I do it's all fucked anyway, so all I'm going to do is watch PyschadelicSnake's DMC playthrough and try to avoid thinking about anything.

2028: OH MY GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD THANK YOU GOD

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