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Jun. 7th, 2005 08:53 pmAll the talk of permanent accounts is... amusing? cuz I don't even want paid time right now, because I'm buggering off to Mexico for a few months and internet access will be intermittent.
And of course I need shots and I was just going to ask about it at my new-patient-appointment next Monday but paternal is now flipping out about it, so is going to call and ask about it for me. Which is nice of him, but the martyr act he's putting on about it and the way he talks as if I'm doing the depressive thing just to annoy him, and all that. That's getting to me.
I am now addicted to this game, if only because it sounds like I am working due to the frantic sound of typing. Heh.
Every few minutes, a message pops up saying "Delayed Write Failed" and I have no idea why and it's starting to really piss me off.
Gah. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe something something something And the mome raths outgrabe.
I got up yesterday, thanks to two phone calls from stepmother and another from paternal, and went to the doctors' and filled in a form to get aforementioned new-patient-appt. I managed. I babbled and hid my face and behaved like an absolute idiot, but it got done. And then I bought chocolate. And ate it all.
Maybe I will have a bath now, and think about writing.
And of course I need shots and I was just going to ask about it at my new-patient-appointment next Monday but paternal is now flipping out about it, so is going to call and ask about it for me. Which is nice of him, but the martyr act he's putting on about it and the way he talks as if I'm doing the depressive thing just to annoy him, and all that. That's getting to me.
I am now addicted to this game, if only because it sounds like I am working due to the frantic sound of typing. Heh.
Every few minutes, a message pops up saying "Delayed Write Failed" and I have no idea why and it's starting to really piss me off.
Gah. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe something something something And the mome raths outgrabe.
I got up yesterday, thanks to two phone calls from stepmother and another from paternal, and went to the doctors' and filled in a form to get aforementioned new-patient-appt. I managed. I babbled and hid my face and behaved like an absolute idiot, but it got done. And then I bought chocolate. And ate it all.
Maybe I will have a bath now, and think about writing.
