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Bleeding sucks and I am sick of it. I am totally going to ask the doctor about the pill where you only bleed four times a year.

We have bought things for the bathroom at the flat - fittings and such. Stuff is happening! And apparently parental wants me 'moved in' by the end of March for council tax reasons, which I'm pretty damn excited about - it's going to take a while after that to get vaguely how I want it, but still, still, it is Not Here. And there's no point whatsoever in feeling guilty about any of it.

Tomorrow I'm going to go into Glasgow and see about a class, and also do some shopping if I can be arsed (can has christmas money, yays). And also make phonecalls.

So I aten't sleepin, nosiree.

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I did sleep some, after all. And I did not go into Glasgow, I phoned instead and found out the class was full.

I made FOUR phonecalls today, which is mega for me. It was nearly five but the last was engaged and I didn't get round to trying again.

Now I have hiccups. Boo.