I've found a way to occupy both Jemma and Ray so I can get some work done! They're both highly competitive so a game of Scrabble between them lasts about three hours. So I got some work done, swapped some files between the computer and laptop and even had time to curl up next to Ray and read while he finished the game.



The final score was... close, that's for sure. Jem won by 4 points. Well done, Jem. Which means they have to have a re-match. Of course.

I've taken some more blurry night photos from the car. I'm growing a little bit obsessed by them. The first one is off the stereo (very pretty) and the second is my absolute favourite and I may have to add it to my photo site.





My delightful daughter, Cordi, jumped in the box that Mammy and Daddy's presents arrived in. She has a thing for boxes. It's strange cos my boy, Yoda, has a thing for plastic bags as well. I must have warped them as kids some how...



Then, something awful happened. Sweepie got a bad eye. That's not uncommon in Pugs. They have big bulgy eyes that often get irritated. We put the eye ointment in it but I woke the next morning to the news that Mammy had taken her to the vets. She has a hole in her eye - probably a scratch from the cat (who she loves and he loves her, and they play for hours together, but the playing usually involves Sweepie's head being in his mouth!). It's ulcerated now and is shiny and blue. She may lose the eye and if she does I've promised to buy her a gorgeous red eye patch.

As you can imagine, should you know anything about Pugs, she milked it for all it was worth. She spent the whole day sleeping in my lap and flatly refused to wake up or acknowledge anyone until it was dinner time.





I'll keep you posted on how that turns out. Right now all we can do is wait. To cheer her up I bought her another Christmas present. She already has one - Katherine Jenkins's album; what can I say? The pug loves classical music! Well today I also got her a new lead. It's red (to match her harness) and has little reflective bones on it. It's for when she's well enough to go walking again.

I've turned into a sad, scary dog owner, haven't I?

Well, I also have an adorable cat! Two in fact but Yoda won't pose for the camera at all.



Ray finished work yesterday so we went out to celebrate that. I would say we were celebrating Christmas but neither of us have got the Christmas bug this year, which is very annoying cos I usually love Christmas. I had very many vodka and lemonades, which were very, very lovely. I played a game of pool and, of course, lost. In the end we slipped and skidded our way back down the hill to Ray's sister's house. He fell over - I didn't! Well done, me. Damn ice! We had the house to ourselves, which was a nice pre-Christmas treat for us, considering we never usually get any proper time alone. I felt very spoilt.

This morning Ray dropped me off back home and Jem and I went into town. We did some shopping (hair dye and Sweepie collar) and then went to see Happy Feet. That film is so, so good. I recommend it to all. I was laughing out loud through a lot of it and then other parts were quite disturbingly sad. It was highly sexual as well. Classic kids film then! Go and see it!

We had chips on the way home mmm. I spent the evening dying my hair (oh how I wish it was naturally this brown) and wrapping up the remaining presents I bought. I really should stop buying presents now. But it's so much fun!

Everyone's in bed now so I get to chill out for a while before I climb up the stairs and snore away the hours. I am absolutely shattered but I refuse to go to bed and waste this quiet, empty house.

If I don't blog again before: have a good Christmas.

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I'm back home again. I don't realise just how much I take all my quick links on here for granted. When I'm away the computer's I use are not personlised by me so they don't have Blogger running along the top bar, neither do they have the websites I like to go to when I'm bored. Not that I had much time to get bored. I spent most of yesterday trying to figure out what was wrong with my laptop.

I've had a bright yellow exclamation point (that was getting brighter every day, in my opinion) next to my hard-drive controller's for the last few months. From the noises the machine was making I assumed it was dying. But as my post last week said it was on the mend. Sort of. I still needed to sort out whatever the problem was. So I searched online and found some places that catered for my problem. The few downloads I tried weren't suited to my OS. And the one I found that would was too big for the floppy disk I had. So I saved the links for when I got home and was able to use a CD to transport my data from computer to laptop.

While I was at it, I thought I'd run a full systems check, which I had been reliably told could be done by holding the F2 button down on start up. Turns out they were right. And there were these cute little icons for all the different system checks the laptop could do. Everything was fine with the machine except for the HDD, whatever the heck that is. I've got the error message written down somewhere but a search on Google didn't throw up any help.

Weirdly, when I checked the hard-drive controller's again the yellow exclamation point had disappeared! So has the laptop somehow cured itself? Who knows! I'll keep an eye on it and see what happens next.

Zebbie was a bundle of laughs this time. All he did was nick the sofa and sleep there the entire time. I swear he only likes me baby-sitting because it means he gets to spend two or three days on the sofa!





I watched a fair bit of the E! Channel this time. I'm just so addicted to trashy TV. House of Carters is so disturbing. I thought my family was fucked up. At least my parents never referred to me as Cash Cow. Poor little Aaron.



For the record I didn't watch The Girls of the Playboy Mansion; that was just an advertisment. Although I freely admit if it had have been on while I was there I probably would have watched it.

I got home this afternoon and had a cup of coffee. The last mug I had was about two months ago so that was one hell of a nice cup. Mmm. I could feel all my nerves tingling. Yum. I took Sweepie upstairs with me cos I'd missed her. She just went to sleep though. So after an hour me and Jem woke her up and made her play games.









This evening I then went to see the in-laws, who I haven't seen in a couple of weeks. Because I was worried about my lingering chest infection, I made the choice that I'd try to stay indoors until my course of penicillin had ended.

I took a load of pictures while Ray was driving. I'm a little obsessed with the blurry lights. I think I might have to set up a mini-photo-album on here for my silly photos.



Talking about my chest infection: I do seem to be better. It only took three different, super strong penicillin and antibiotics courses to beat it but I got there in the end. I'd say I'm 90% better now. Why didn't the doctor threaten me with x-rays sooner?

I end with a pretty picture of Martha, who blurred before my eyes (I was actually playing with the settings on my camera and thought this picture turned out really pretty):

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I'm dog-sitting again. Back at my favourite place. I was meant to be here for a couple of days next week but the dates of his work got changed so I ended up here today instead. Working on a Sunday? Isn't that a sin? Yes, I think it is, so, shh, don't tell God.

It meant I had to actually get out of bed this morning - a chore on most days but an especially bad one today considering I had my boy in there. Cos I share a room with my other half (my other half is my sister because she literally is the bad/whiney side of me that is never shown by, well, me) I can't invite Ray to stay over as much as I'd like. But when he does stay it's always fun cos we all wake up at the same time and I have to listen to them two bickering on like they're the siblings and I'm the guest. And I love it! I couldn't have dated anyone who didn't understand/put up with Jem. In fact, she once had a very brief fling with a guy a couple of years ago who completely did not get how close we are. And he ended up telling me to fuck of repeatedly. What a charmer. Incidently, he now has a new girlfriend and will no longer speak to either of us.

Friday night I did manage to keep Ray for most of the night - only then we were on the sofa. He had, foolishly, agreed to pick up Daddy after his end-of-work sprint around town and Daddy didn't end up calling until 1:30am. We then had to listen to him exclaiming how meeting an old friend had been like having an orgasm! Sometimes I love my father so much. He flatly refused to believe it was 2am when we got home. I sent him to bed and he apparently woke up Mammy and told her a story arse-backwards so that it sounded as if he'd been pairing up with another woman! Once he was gone, Ray and I fell asleep at about 3. But that damn sofa is uncomfortable so at 7 he drove home and I fell asleep in my bed for couple of hours before Jemma was shaking me awake saying I had to get ready for the rugby.

I'd completely forgotten about that!

And I wish I had stayed in the dark because it was beyond boring. I froze on the side of the pitch. I have thick ski socks this year and even they didn't protect my feet. I only got the feeling back in the tip of my left big toe two hours after the game had finished! Back at the pub was looking boring. Until the other team, all dressed up as film characters, came to sit with us. They were a great bunch of guys. I laughed so much. And when Ray arrived, they didn't get funny with me or him, as my boys do, but were actually really nice and included us in the conversations they were, mainly, having with Jem - being the desired blonde, single female that she is ;)

Once they left we ditched the rugby and headed out for food. While we were out my camera broke! I got quite panicked until Jem offered her camera for loan and Ray offered his when/if Jem's wasn't around for me. I was so touched by that. They both know how much I love my camera and just how many pointless photos I take in a week and were both offering up their own babies for me to borrow. When we got home, I went to package up the camera to send back to fuji - it is only seven months old so they really should fix it for free - and it fell straight through an envelope onto my bedroom floor. Ray asked if he could try the camera again, just in case the bump had fixed it. And would you believe it - it worked! The problem was a "focusing error" so whatever had been jamming the lens had been knocked free. Jem's old camera had the same problem and Fuji said they wanted over £100 to fix it so she said no and bought a new one. Now she's given me permission to drop the camera on the floor to see if it fixes it. Of course, I do not recommend you do this with your own faulty cameras. And if you do please bear in mind that my bedroom floor is carpeted.

I smoked a cigarette this weekend. The first one in about five years or so. I didn't take too much of the smoke down cos I wasn't sure how my lungs would take it. It was amazing, though. My lungs opened up and I could breathe in a way I used to breathe two months ago before I got this damn chest infection. I was so happy. Of course, when I woke up later in the night close to having an asthma attack I wasn't quite so happy... The original feeling was so good I was actually seriously considering taking up the habit. Plus, why is it guys look so good when they smoke? It's just not fair that something as skanky as smoking has to look so good. That sight will be saved for special times of the year I think...

Oh! And I've had my first Christmas present: a pair of Father Christmas slipper socks. To keep my feet warm. And we all exchanged Christmas cards last night as well. I think I may actually be feeling Chrismassy now... No, wait, that might have just been the chocolate doughnut I ate.

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Last night Jemma, Ray and I put up the Christmas decorations. The Parents seem to have taken a holiday from doing that stuff so we took matters into our own hands and got it done. The pictures pretty much tell it how it is: Ray did all the work while Jem and I played with the camera or hung up bits of tinsel in stupid places. Oh and check out me with my terrorist beard!









This is Sweepie and Falls's first Christmas and they were a little confused, then excited before being scared all over again.

Sweepie



Sweepie's alcoholic birth-mother, Madge



Charlie the bird



Martha, not wanting a picture taken of her in her Reindeer's Costume



Sweepie wearing the antlers



Falls wearing the antlers



I then finished the evening by watching The Secretary. It wasn't an amazing movie (the ending sucked) but it certainly made me proud to be an oddball. I like films that make me want to embrace my oddness. Doesn't mean I'll actually change the way I am and stop acting normal around people but I'll certainly try and be more honest :)

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I lost my favourite vest-top/jumper this morning. I was a little confused as to where it could have gone because the last time I wore it was about two weeks ago. After checking through my cupboard, the pile of clothes I always leave on my chair and my chest of drawers, I decided to look in the only other place it might be. Sometimes my mother "accidently" puts other people's clothes in my younger sister's room. She doesn't actually but she says it's her fault if other people's clothes are found in my little sister's room. Unless she's on one of her kicks, and then the little sister is called a thief and all that nonesense. When I went into the room my little sister was in there. I told her what I was looking for but she said she hadn't seen it. Okay, yes, she often lies so I thought I'd better check myself. But she was on the phone (to her boyfriend, I think) and my presence in the room was suddenly a great discomfort. You'd swear she was making a deal of some kind to her pimp or drug dealer the way she carried on. Anyway, I didn't find the jumper. Didn't mean it wasn't in there, of course, just that I hadn't been quite brave enough to go through all the many layers of clothes that act as a carpet. You never quite know what you're going to find in there - old food gone green, etc. I went back into my room, began combing through my wet hair, panicking, wondering what the hell I could have done with my top. When I looked down and found it. Scrumbled up on the floor at the end of my bed. Then I remembered when I'd last worn it. And when it had quite quickly been taken off again, discarded on the floor and forgotten all about. So, panic over: the top has been found and the memory really made me smile.

Then I received a spectactularly nice letter from a publisher. I'd sent them some chapters of my book Soul Mates I: The Path To Destruction about two months ago. I hadn't heard anything back from them and so I assumed it was another no. Well, it was a no but it was a positive one. The lady said she totally agreed with me that there was a big market for such a story, she said she thought the story was good, that it was well-paced and she enjoyed it. Unfortunately the book was too big for their company because they only have about five books a year. My book too big a challenge! I was quite impressed with that. It was a no and I don't like the endless rejection letters you get - you know the deal: publisher's won't read your work unless you have an agent, an agent won't read your work unless you have a publisher - but it was very inspiring all the same. It really did make me smile. A lot.

And just last night I found out that my laptop wasn't quite as dead as I first thought. Yes, it is clearly not as good as it once was, but it may not be yet dying so quickly. Turns out the battery is upsetting it. So all I need is a new battery. What with Christmas round the corner I am quietly confident my baby will be back in full working order by January. Until then I've taken the battery out and am using it totally on mains power.

All this smiling really did cheer me up. Because yesterday I went back to see the doctor and she said that there is absolutely no reason why a girl my age, as a non-smoker, I should still have this chest infection. And she said if this new course of medicine doesn't work she's going to send me for chest x-rays! And a visit to the Asthma Clinic. I'm a little scared by the x-ray possibility, especially considering last time I was anywhere near a hospital I ended up moving in.

The only bad thing to have happened this morning actually is that my parents' male dog pissed on my bed! Thankfully, it wasn't all over the quilt (I have no idea how I'd have cleaned that up); he aimed it on the knitted blanket my Gran made. Even more annoying than that was my father's reaction: that it was my fault. I'm tempted to go and piss on my father's bed and see how he likes it...

Labels: dogs, family, illness, laptop, writing

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I spent the weekend dog-sitting. The house is freezing (I've been there before and so went prepared) and there is no TV. Unfortunately, this time the computer wasn't working either. Well, the computer itself was but the keyboard had died. Thankfully I'd taken Jemma along with me, as I tend to do when I dog-sit for this lady. Not because she's dodgy but because where I have to walk the dogs is quite creepy and the family won't let me walk there alone. Plus she's meant to entertain me when I get bored. I think this time we both just lost our minds. Blame LORD OF THE RINGS MONOPOLY.





Sure, the game looks sane enough. Aside from the fact that we burden poor Frodo with the weight of the One Ring and force him to walk around and around the board until we finish the game, often stopping to chat to him. But then one of us realised that the jumper the lady had left for one of us to wear looked suspiciously like Gandalf's cloak. And madness erupted.






Once the Monopoly was done we got on with our usual obsessive game we always play when we're there: SCRABBLE. We played an unmentionable amount of games. And by the end of each night we just gave up and wrote as many stupid things as we could with the letters:



Here are the dogs. They are really well-behaved and always a pleasure to take care of. This time, though, poor Dots hurt her paw and was very depressed by it. Crad, as always, was very lively and always very interested in what we were doing.





On Saturday we got caught out in a hail storm. That was very pretty but quite painful.



By the time it was time to leave, I think I pretty much looked like death. I hadn't slept well the entire time I was there. The cold house didn't agree with my lingering chest infection and so I spent most nights lying in bed coughing and coughing and coughing some more.



Dots still wouldn't move off her sofa. She was still on it when I left Sunday!



I got home and went out to town with Ray to get some final Christmas presents. A poor guy in WH Smith didn't have a clue what he was doing and I ended up saving myself about £5 due to his confusion. I know I should have been honest and told him I owed him more money but do you really think I'm that nice? Well, I'm not! There was a very helpful guy there actually. He found me what I was looking for and we laughed a lot over the fact that I had to whisper in case Ray, who I'd sent across the shop so as not to see what I was buying him, could hear me.

That night Mammy made Sweepie and Fall Out Boy some Pug Costumes for their Pug Party later this week. Don't ask - it's a mad woman dog thing, I think. Sweepie is Pussy Galore and Falls is James Bond.





I didn't manage to get a picture of Falls but I will before he leaves for his party :)

Then, this morning I did something very silly. Remember I've been complaining about a guy who keeps harassing me about one of the websites I run? He keeps wanting me to add stuff, and then when I do it's never good enough? Well, this morning I found yet another email from him, being rude as always. I went to forward it to Jem and added a note at the top asking if I could please tell the guy that the website subject matter were all junkies and therefore maybe he should stop drawing attention to them; that when drug testing comes in there'll be no more website anyway. But I accidently sent that message to the guy! Oops! I quickly sent another email saying I'd sent him the wrong email, ha-ha isn't it funny, it had nothing to do with you. But I think he'd have to be very stupid not to know I was talking about him and the subject matter. Now this could get pretty ugly for me very quickly if he opens his trap and starts telling people I said that. Cos, sure, everyone knows everyone there is a junkie, but the golden rule is that you don't say anything. So if it gets out that I've been saying such things I might well get into trouble. Do I care? Surprisingly, I don't. Let the shit hit the fan; it's not my problem.

On an unrelated topic: do you think smoking a cigarette would help my chest? I'm running out of ideas now on how to rid myself of this chest infection.

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I argued with Ray last night.

We don't do it often. Neither of us are really into the whole arguing thing. The only time I like to argue is when I know I'm 100% in the right. That doesn't happen often so I don't argue. Strangely, I find arguing with family members really stressful. I think it's cos I have to live with them. Plus that pesky love thing gets in the way of really enjoying a good slanging match. Plus, deep down I just want everyone to like me. Sad.

So last night Ray and I argued. About... Stupid stuff really. I asked if we could go somewhere last night and he said that was fine, although when he turned up I had a feeling he wasn't completely happy with it (pouting, quiet, you know the routine). But off we went. Then he suddenly piped up that he'd had other plans for the night - and there were people expecting us! Well, that just wound me up cos he hadn't told me anything about it.

We got home. He knew he'd pissed me off so badgered me into talking to him about it. I told him he'd annoyed me, that the people expecting us were going to blame me and not him, and that was just damn unfair cos I hadn't know anything about it. The funny thing was that we had a really good time arguing. It wasn't like a proper shouting match; it was a complete laugh. We were laughing all the time while also feeling annoyed, which is just weird.

By the end of the night it was as if nothing had happend. Those kind of arguments are fun - the ones where no one holds a grudge. Usually only Jemma argues with me like that. But she likes to shout and scream and swear, which I'm not really into unless I'm losing my temper in a big way, which doesn't happen very often.

So who am I going to argue with next...?

Completely unrelated: New Photos on the Photo Site.

Actually I sense an argument brewing. My younger sister has stolen Jemma's favourite top and ruined it. It does look quite horrific. Yep. Here comes an argument. Why do younger siblings steal? I never did and I'm both a younger and older sibling. I guess the youngest is always spoilt and therefore believe themselves to be untouchable.

I don't want to talk about this on here actually. Family shit.

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I've finished my course of antibiotics. (They were antibiotics not penicillin - silly me.) I should have finished them yesterday but I went out so couldn't. Am I feeling better? Not 100%, no. But I haven't had a coughing fit for two days now so I think that must mean I'm on the mend. I doubt very much whether I'll go back to see the doctor. If it gets really bad again, sure, I will, but other wise I don't think there's much point. Everyone has a chest infection and no one can shake it off so it's not like I'm the only one this is happening to. Something to do with the weather, so the doctors say.

Here's a couple of pictures of the dog I was looking after over the weekend:





He hit me in the end to stop me from taking pictures! Poor dog was trying to have a snooze. I'm not sure if he was supposed to be on that sofa but he was so depressed at being left behind that I just didn't have the heart to tell him to get down.

I left Sunday afternoon. Ray took me down to the harbour because there were apparently some cool clouds and waves - which there were. Isn't it really nice when your boyfriend knows that clouds and waves make you happy and so randomly drives you off to see them? I don't think my camera quite captured the funny waves. Cos they weren't really waves; it was more like water slapping water creating up-sprays. It was really cool.



I'm gonna dig through the photos and see if any turned out well enough to add to my Photo Site later.

I've done 90% of my Christmas shopping. I only have The Parents to sort out now. I know what I'm getting them; I just have to get into town to buy it. I can't go this weekend cos I'm working again so I'll have to see about some time next week. I love buying presents. I wish I had more money to spend on presents. There's something really satisfying about finding those little gifts that you just know the receiver is going to love. Makes me all warm inside. Hehehe.

I tell you what else made me feel good yesterday - an argument with the neighbours. They're a pair of old, whiney buggers and have had it in for me ever since Ray parked his car on a piece of grass they wish to claim as their own - they do not own it. And they also have a huge drive to park in, as well as claiming ownership of another piece of grass. So cos Ray parks there they hate me. So yesterday a random car parked at the top of the drive. A milk tank couldn't get past and so my neighbours got irrate and tried asking Jemma about it. She didn't understand what they meant and came upstairs to ask me. Out of the window I heard the old dears telling the milk-truck driver to come down our drive and "give them hell, I would." They were so adamant the car was ours. So, me being me, got wound up. Fancy setting a man onto two girls! I stormed outside, told the guy, who, bless him, looked bewildered and lost, that neither myself or Jemma could drive so how could that car possibly be ours? I pointed up at my neighbours and raised my voice so they'd hear, saying, "I know they're trying to say it's our car but I have no idea why. They know neither of us can drive! If this is about bloody Ray's car... He's in work, for God's sake!" To which Jemma piped up, "We don't even know any one who owns a car that posh!" True enough; Ray does drive an old shed ;) Well, the old dears were quite flustered, shocked that I'd heard them, even more embarrassed that I'd called them up on it. In the end I went up the top of the drive to find out what was going on. The wife apologised to me but the husband didn't - he still hates me. The car suddenly disappeared while I wasn't looking so I don't know who it belonged to. I suspect one of their numerous cars was in the way of the farmer trying to get into his field so he just parked across the top of the drive. Grr, I really dislike evil old people. But at least I won that round. Sometimes arguments are so much fun.

Now I may bite the bullet and update to this new version of Blogger they're trying to push on me. If it all crashes in the next couple of hours you know who to blame - Blogger.

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I wasn't going to blog again today but due to exccessive boredom and something my sister IM'd me I decided I would. When your sister says this about the present she's bought for your boyfriend for Christmas you either get paranoid or start laughing until you die:

Jemmlou lol, i bet he did!! his funny present turned up today btw! it's huge!!

The beginning of that refers to the fact that I texted said-boyfriend last night to exclaim how everyone is smoking pot but me. I mean it. Well, they're talking about it anyway. I told Jemma prior to the above IM message that I thought I'd worried him a little with the comment cos it was totally out of the blue. He didn't text back for about two hours so I think it's safe to say he was a little unsure of what to say in return. He did actually say something that made me laugh but I deleted the text (obsessive about not having 40+ messages in my inbox makes me delete often) so I can't remember what it was.

For the record, I wasn't just talking about pot last night. Where I socialise everyone is high 90% of the time. Not in a "cool" way but in a "skanky druggy-guy preyed on the weak and got everyone hooked on coke" way. I literally know only six people who aren't cokeheads out of a possible 30+. Sad. Drugs aren't cool in my world. Daddy raised me that way. (For the record I don't really class pot as drugs. And that's just the way both Daddy and Mammy raised me.)

I've been quite bored today - more than usual when dog-sitting. I can't believe there was a period in my life that was like this boring routine for about two years. The routine of watching TV, moving from one room to the next, talking to pet(s) as if they're humans, eating at stupid times, watching more TV and surfing the 'net. I'm seriously going crazy. I think it's just cos I'm usually only here for two days, three tops; this time I will have been here for four days. The fun of Sky wears off quite quickly.

I've been reading through blogs other people I read link to. None really grabbed me. I did notice that sex has become the new "thing" to blog about. Everyone is shagging someone and wants the entire world to read about how it was. Being completely hypocritical, I would never make a post like that myself but I do like reading them. Hehehe. I'm a perv. And proud of it.

Talking of perv's Ray came over to see me last night... Hehehe. I never know if that's allowed or not. Am I allowed to cook dinner for my boyfriend when I'm dog-sitting at someone's house? Who knows. I think it's just one of those things you don't mention doing. Considering I have to be away for so long I think it's damn unreasonable to expect me to not see him at all. What's the worst that'll happen? The owner/client will tell me off, say they don't want it happening again, and sack me - I doubt I'd cry over that. Well, I'd probably cry over the scolding but not the results. I'd miss the dog(s), though, I know I would, cos, psycho dogs aside, most of them are really good and a pleasure to baby-sit.

This post is all over the place. So I'll end with the news that I had another random coughing fit last night - just when I thought I was done with them and might actually be on the mend. It was 3am. I was awake for an hour. Then woke myself up at 8 for some reason. Urgh. Early mornings on a Saturday should just be illegal.

One more day and then I'll be home...
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It's something I've always supported. Wear your Red Ribbons today!


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