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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.
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.