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Finally got round to calling parcelforce re: dress. Well, see, I slept through a fair amount of their opening hours and I kept forgetting and also I got the "all lines are busy" recording more than once. But anyway. Dealt. Eek.

Stayed up all night. Bad girly.

This morning's convo:
Paternal: "Take care of yourself."
Me: "I do."
Him: "You don't... properly."
Me: "I do... more than I want to... some days."
Him: "Oh, don't start that again."

Gee. Thanks, poppa.

I'm gonna finish reading these particular fics, then I'm gonna change then wander off to Braehead and come back with shoes. Plan.