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[kbk]

I forget how much I hate being here until I've been away for a while. It's not the place, it's the people. Home a few hours, and paternal called me for tea, and I could feel myself tensing up.

So obviously I have issues, there. But they are so far from the first of my problems that I think my best move would be just to get the hell out. And I know I've been saying that for a while. But I have something of a plan.

I'm going to keep applying for jobs. But I'm also going to see if I can get into a volunteer position, through Project Scotland or somesuch. And I'm going to apply for a council flat. And also start hinting at the parentals that I want the hell out (there's a possibility of them buying to let, and me the first tenant.) But first I'm going to sort out that essay so I can actually get the library qualification I've been working on.

Unfortunately I am not sober enough right now to do anything - see how I am already procrastinating! - but my plan for tomorrow... Sleep until tea-time. Fix and email essay. Read for a while to calm down. Fill out and send three applications. Pay off stupid store card, as well.


Oh, whoops. Two hours later, I come back from forcing myself to socialise. I feel better, having had two rum & cokes. And I am wearing my corset. I put it on to show it off and then I ran away. Ha ha.

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Are we going to get any pics of you corseted?

[kbk]

Mmmmmaybe. I'll take some, but it might take a while to get round to uploading them.