My Tamagotchi ran out of battery today. After six months and eleven generations and NO DEATHS. Well done to me. I’ll replace the battery soon, methinks.
I feel awful today. I think I’m never going to get a job, let alone one I enjoy. I don’t know how I’m going to start my fiction piece, and I’ve been unusually unmotivated about it. My ‘real’ hotmail account (the one I’ve had for eight years) is suddenly ‘Syntax Error’-ing on this, my shiny new pc, and I can’t get to important emails. My other one (desci at…etc) is fine. I bought series two of Scrubs at jb on Friday ($30, nice) and for some reason the copy I had was fine until about twenty minutes when it kept freezing. I exchanged it for another and that’s doing the same. And… I don’t know, the ring came off my pudding can. Stuff sucks.
I should get a cunting livejournal account and start writing bad poetry about my bloody middle-class pain. Wah wah for me.
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