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30.01.03

I was just yelled at, even if that's a bit on the strong side of it all, for not having updated in 28 days. That is apparently, too long for some people. To be perfectly honest, it's too damn long for me too... But I'm a silly stupid person who managed to get a depression without really notifying anyone, so I went into a stupour of not doin anything but sleeping, watching TV and surfing the web. Writing in this diary was simply too hard work. I know, it sounds dumb-as-whatnot, but it's true. I had brilliant ideas for entries I felt I needed to get out, but I just couldn't write, because that would require sentences and thoughts and some sort of whoop to get up and do it.

But now I'm here. And I forgot everything I might want to write... Of course. Well, I have been signed up for classes, am studying method of literature. Not sure why, but it seemed OK, and my parents decided it sounded like something I should do. And really, at the time being, I prefer my choices to be made for me. Which is stupid and childish and all sorts of ignorant. But such is life, I guess. I bought Orlando and Wuthering Heights yesterday, as well as having 4 Discworld books I can't wait to read. I've been spending too much money on CD's again, and am all sorts of pleased at doing just that. I've worked for 3 weeks straight as of today, with 2 days off, not including Sundays, because my boss got ill. Am not really complaining either, because this means I'll make more money, and I have to re-pay my dland account, even if I don't use this place half as much as I should. It's history, you know. (this is where I'd insert the promise to write more, but I guess we all know by now it's a bloody waste)

My foot still hurts, though not half as much as it did. So it's almost all good, except for an ability to bend itself inwards at inappropriate moments, one of such being whenever I'm going to work. Stupid knee. Am getting an MR (if they're called that in English) next Friday, so that's bound to be of no help, but I'm up for anything as long as it doesn't include me getting drugged-up. Have taken new stance of "no painkillers unless I'm dying", because I felt like it.

Am going to Grrr's place this weekend, where we shall watch Memento (and possibly 40 days and 40 nights, if I can convince her), and then go off to the tarot-cafe, both of which are bound to be fun. I am in desperate need of a shower, but I can't quite be bothered, so I'll do it tomorrow. When I have a lecture, on historic poetism. Oh, and also, I have yet to know if I passed my exams in December, as I haven't gotten round to checking my results yet. See? Lazy as whatnot.

For some odd reason, I thought of anenigma and fattitude yesterday. I can't tell you why, I just did. So I was actually planning on writing an entry. (only, I've been saying that all of January... I know.)

Anything else you need to know?

Music of the moment: Jane Siberry, actually. (I finally followed squib's advice and got myself "when I w
Favorite? Tom Waits, really. "Watch her disappear". Am getting silly on my old age.

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