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Urg, out in James' AGAIN tomorrow from the ungodly hour of half eight in the MORNING! That's twice this week! Urg urg urg. Basic life support, and we won't be allowed in if we're late, so I'm on the 6 bus in the morning cos I'm no longer staying in Santry tonight (spectacular undies are jinxed, every time I've planned on wearing them plans fall down the loo. Stupid work interfering with my sex life!) Then out in James' AGAIN on Monday. I HATE going out there, it's far away and while there aren't any wolves there's also no decent coffee within a 10 minute walk. Wah. My life is HAAAAARD! No faaaaaair!

And I'm PMSy AGAIN and spotty and stupid cycles are refusing to settle into anything resembling a pattern (randomly 21 - 35 days long, though mode is 29 days, so says the internet. Good thing I've a healthy supply of HCG tests...) And waaaaaah again.

And I'm giggling cos I've had too much Ribena. Again.