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Tomorow is the last day of the spring term. Then I finally get to go home and be with my friends, family and fiance. I can't wait. Sean tells me off for thinking that way, for thinking, yay it's over! He can shove off. I LIKE being at home. And that's big for me. I haven't liked being home since I was 12. This week has been pretty non anything. I've been off work, sleeping. I'm working myself into a hole in the ground. And it's about bloody time I had a break. I don't understand why I get ill and the rest of the team don't. I think the girls work just as hard as me, if not more because of their churches. Blargh, I don't know. I just want to sleep sleep sleep but not have to miss work or miss any of my holidays. There should just be a week dedicated to catching up on sleep. That would be awesome. Like a half term, but just to sleep and not go to conferences. That would be in addition to. Janine asks me pretty much every time I see her how I'm feeling on a scale of 1-10. It's always about 4. That's a bit crap. Sometimes it's lower. I don't feel comfortable telling her the truth that it's actually about 1.5 or 2 most of the time. Never mind.
I have nothing interesting to say.
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