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Eek. Things are looking fuzzy and I can't tell if it's my eyes or the screen - I think it's a bit of both, which is a bugger.

I had choir and then I went to the pub with stepmother and two of my old maths teachers and a teacher from another school. And we talked about books and things.

My eyes!

Hmm. I want toast, I think. Mm. Toast.

ETA: Toast somewhat charred, unfortunately. I went into the kitchen and one of the cats was lying on the table like a big slug. I got my bread and went to the toaster and nearly shrieked when something moved. The other cat was lying on the little shelf in front of the toaster. And them with cushioned baskets on the floor. Strange mammals.

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I gotta get out of this place... or, at the very least, finally get round to setting up the computer in my room.

I went to the shop. I got crap. I got sugar high. Now I am crashing. And the parentals are doing housework stuff and keep coming in here and I want to kick them. And this mood is not at all conducive to the happy fluffy thing I have told people I will write and want to get done, y'know, today. Grr.

OK. OK. Live with it, girlie, it's not that bad. Maybe get some wine in a bit. Probably not wise right now, though. Fruit juice good. *sigh*