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Waaaaaa. I want to write and I have a pile of bits and yet... nothing is happening. I hate it when this happens, I hate that my brain is so useless, I hate... argh.

Also I cannot be arsed with the jobseeking, also paternal is plotting to make me get out of the house, also even if I do have social anxiety thing the medication is the one I'm already on so it would be bahavioural crap for me and whaddaya know that means putting yourself in the scary situations and dealing with it, also.

agh. I am freaking out at loud noises, and when people come into the room behind me, and stuff.

ooh, but House tonight, ja?

sigh. dinnertime.