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[22 Dec 2006|12:26am] |
Such a weary day, all kinds of work and busy bustly times. It's nowhere near over, but one more day is thankfully done. I truly am spent.
Just four more days to go.
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[22 Dec 2006|01:32am] |
SHIT ME CRIKEY, it's the return of the seven sins quiz. Pencil me in for a pile of sin, and i'll be sick all OVER DUSTY FUCKING BIN.
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Fuck me sideways, it's a cask full of blimeys. Night, sodfucks. Remember, it's beetle week, so go out and get you some beetles.
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[22 Dec 2006|03:35pm] |
This is all becoming horribly regular. Every day seems to be just a little worse than the previous one. I had a severe and spectacular bout of depression today, which coincided with work and the things that came out of my mouth shocked even me. I was so dejectedly upset I couldn't believe it. I am getting so fed up with having these constant moodswings. It's not work, it's the way my brain reacts to it.
I get so stressed out, I get inconsolable, and I say stupid fucking things that aren't me thinking. I just want Christmas to be over.
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