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I have, afaik, two days-worth of drugs left. And I have an appointment six days away. So unless I find more or replacements or whatever, I may be doing mood swings etc like whoa for a little while. I may also attempt to drink my way through it, and depending which way that goes there could be moping or excessive bitchery. Maybe I will just go incommunicado.

Anyway. Consider this fair warning.

Also, I need a person to look at a little DW fic-thing and tell me if it is shite. I don't think it is but I have no judgement. And it is not quite done but I need impetus to finish it because I have been meaning to write it for weeks now and I only just got round to most of it. Ack. *smacks self inna head*

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*headdesk* or, actually, *headblanketchest*, but nevermind.

I turned off the computer about an hour ago. Then I realised that I wasn't sure if it was Wednesday. And I have a thing Thursday mornings, and I didn't think it was Thursday but I wasn't sure. So I turned the computer back on to check. And I am still here.

Um.

Yeah.

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I am going to house of a marcobiagi which also contains an edithmatilda. Wey.

Also, I have been deemed Capable, and thus do not get more money. Sigh.

Here is ficthing, winnar of poll of, um, yore. ( Sarah Jane Smith / Harriet Jones )