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I have been reading some of my old fic - for some reason a couple of people recently favourited one of my HP stories, which made me look in my feedback folder, and I looked at a couple of other things in there and one of them was for a story I did not remember in the slightest, so... Anyway, I really like some of them, mostly from a few years ago, once I had some experience. I can see odd things I've done wrong, or would like to do better, but I like them. Obviously they're tailored to my sense of humour, my idea of a good story, but I still think there's some genuine quality there, and it's really weird for me to think that about something I've done.

In other news, I now have a washing machine and a fridge in the flat, respectively bought from a charity shop and acquired from a colleague of Maureen's. Flooring is due at some point but I believe has been pushed back to next week sometime; painting is progressing but I want to do another coat in the front room, which apparently makes me a perfectionist. *shrugs*

And tomorrow I am going to take a look at a place which gets mental people making furniture and suchlike, and maybe I will start going there. And maybe I will manage to make a phone call. And, shit, I really have to get an appointment at the doctor's because I have now run out of drugs as well as pill.

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Isn't it so weird when you look at something and think, "Wait, I wrote that?" It's even better when you can add "That's really good!"

I have to make a phone call too, which shall probably lead to making other phone calls. Grrr, boo, hiss.

Weird but good but Weird. Put a smile on my face this evening, anyway.

I do not like phone calls. I tried calling them a few days ago and got a busy message and have been putting it off since. Sigh.

It sucks when you pysch yourself up enough to make the call, only for nobody to answer at the other end. That took real work, dammit!

It's nice to know that I am not the only one bothered by this kind of thing