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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.

Yesterday, I read an email and said, "Bollocks." Possibly that is not the usual response to getting a job interview. And yet. [It is part-time shelving assistant, and I ticked yes on the disability question so I'm going to go in and be honest about the part where people scare me but I can totally work. Whatever.]

Before that, I was looking at jobs and things, and there was an ad for "sexy cleaners, all sizes". Apparently they make really good money. I'm almost considering it.

It would be wrong of me to tell the interviewer to employ me because I have got to get the hell out of this house. But I could mention it in casual conversation, perhaps.

[Paternal is fretting about my interview tomorrow. It is So Not Helping. Also he was disparaging about the tip that is my room but it merely reflects my internal turmoil, dude! But he is driving me to get the train early tomorrow so I am grateful of course but... ugh, maybe I should just sneak out and get the bus after all.]

[I am totally freaking out, of course. I am going to pack my bag and decide on my jewellery and then sleep, because I have slept liek five hours of the last forty-eight. I skimmed through the interview advice. I have not done half the shit I meant to do. But I did paint my nails. And. I dunno. I will be enthusiastic. And engaging. Or some such.]

[OK OK I prepped, I good, I go sleep now now now or I be dead in morrow. AGH.]