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[kbk]

I mostly failed at sleep last night and I have to get up in the morning to get a train to go to sister's for long weekend. ugh. Also I have not yet packed or anything. But I have washed my hair (for the first time in, um, at least a week, yuck (but it's cooooooold, dammit, whyfor I wanna get nekkid? and then have wet hair?)) and I have a list. And, um. There was something else I did, I think. Hmm.

I've spent a few hours at the parental's project flat this week, stripping wallpaper. It's looking more and more like I might end up living there, which would be awesome, though only marginally less pathetic than living here. Also it is low-pressure time spent with paternal which is good (mostly for keeping him off my back the rest of the time). Though we were talking about job-hunting which was depressing - he was made redundant a few years ago and applying for jobs "every single day" and it took him a year and. aggggghh. I think I ought to give him my report from the work psychologist to read, which basically says I shouldn't worry about work until I'm less mental. But, hello, awkward conversation number seventy-three! ugh ugh agh.

Dammit. Totally gonna turn the 'puter off and sort myself for the morning. Right.

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[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

It is allowed to live in flats owned by parent-types. It is the least they owe us for MAKING US BE BORN. Ahem.

If you have a proper bit of paper that says Can't Work Yet it is probably a good plan in that Awkward Conversation might be better than further repeats of Depressing Destructive Conversation. Because yes, redundancy and a year looking for a job is not nice but it is still different and not that helpful as a comparison.

I ought to be off to be adult-educated but instead am sitting in a panic about Amelia's brokenness. Your competence > mine this week and thus you get the cookie. Hurrah.

[kbk]

You have point-ness.

agh etc.

Thankfully I am now not in haus of paternal. (If Phil had not been here, I would have txted sister - "in ur haus, eatin ur fudz" - I was vaguely disappointed.)

Cooooooookie.

I am sorry 'melia is brokeded. :(

[kbk]

Gave paper to parentals and told them did not want to talk about it. And ran away and am hiding.

Today I went to Dykebar and spoke to a man; it was weird, as such things are; aaaaaaaaaaagh why i do this to self; agh.

[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

That seems reasonable to me. Sitting waiting for them to look at it would be a bit fraught and awkward for everyone and also it is in itself a useful explanation of why you might hand it over and run away. Useful, that.

You do not do it to yourself, the Smurfs do it to you. I am getting a weird thing lately where bits of mad sort of separate themselves out and I look at them and say Who are you? and they say I'm your weird living arrangements or I'm a bit of childhood that makes you scared to express opinions, and I am surprised to find that they are not just bits of me and even more surprised to find that there is a me left. I should draw this as stick figures in order to make it more real, I think. But anyway, a surprising number of things turn out to be Smurfs all along. That is their evil power.