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Ate all the things that are bad for me yesterday, and am paying less than I expected to today, apart from a bit of extra phlegm. Mmm nice. My head feels a bit fuzzy. Didn't do any writing last night, even though I sat with my pad and pen. Instead I picked up my current favourite story and read it again. That must be the 4th time this week. That's a lot, for me. Actually, reading someone else's bloody perfect fic really gets in the way, and it's hard to shake of their ideas and get back into my own.

Saw Jenny last night and we sat in the pub gassing. Ian and Chris came, they were both on a high from Bohemian night at the 3b's. Maybe I'll go next week and read some of my stuff. I'm sure that would open a few eyes! Maybe not such a good idea after all.

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What a stress-filled day. Lots of tension flying about, and I'm sure I picked up on it and became irritable. Running tonight, I think. Gemma rang and I got my old pangs of my-career-is-going-nowhere. I felt guilty because I hadn't applied for, or even looked for, any jobs recently. There's one in Design Week apparently, that would fit me to a t. Better do it then, and stop hanging about whining.