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Agh! Got phone call from t'social to fill out forms for to get money, but had not found student loan stuff, so has been rescheduled, but that leaves me awake and panicky at nine in the goddamn morning, so I have computer for meditative puzzling, or just distraction, or something.

Meh. The guy did not seem particularly enchanted to be doing his job at this time in morning, and yet I have no sympathy because oh look he's sane enough to be working. More meh. Also paternal suggested that I try harder to find a job, even look into something shop-based since I'm getting so much practice with my three hours a week at the charity shop (and hello, if he asked I would tell him that I do very little and continually look for help and, oh yes, avoid talking to customers because they all goddamn scare me because goddamn people, but no) and. agh.

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I washed myself. I put a bad wrong DW snippet on my site, which was comments for nostalgia_lj out of evil. I re-read all my SGA and SPN fic (and this is horribly egotistic of me, but I adore Hospitality probably more than is healthy given how dark it is - it makes me shiver even though I wrote the bastard. It's one of the few things I've written that I think I would have left feedback for (I utterly suck at feedback-giving, most days, and very occasionally find myself sugar-high and over-compensating.) It's one of those things that makes me think, hey, I really can do this shit.) and some things from recs.

I really really need a writing icon. I have been looking for images but not finding any. Argh, etc.

Now I am going to sleep and after that I will go to see a nostalgia_lj and there will be Ten! omfgyay!

ETA: Icon is a bit of a poem by Rebecca Elson. I like her stuff. Maybe I will type up some of her stuff in violation of copyright because it is good but costs money.