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So tired. Can't concentrate. Must write, dammit! Head... fuzzy... clueless... *snore*

Have three days to get a coupla thousand words out here. Graaagha. And LJ is in the way.

I need my computer to type on. But the computer also has tasty tasty internet. Catch 22, and possibly catches 1 thru' 21 as well.

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Aaaand Matt's late again. Well, Paul this time. Maybe he didn't get the word. Still, this ain't helping, guys! I'm waiting around hungry for you two here!
Were meant to meet at seven, but Matt rescheduled for six because he's gonna be busy at seven. So I ain't holding out much hope.
*headkeys*

Sort-of-semi-good news, though, doc says I can actually get to sorting out my screwy biology. Pills, but blah, I'd be taking them anyway with one things and another.

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Sign on, sign off. Sign on, sign off. And then they hardly say anything at all. Just sort of 'hi, you got the stuff, see ya'. Sheesh. Seems we spend half our time organizing when we're going to meet again.

Mum's trying to feed me up, cabbage and liver and steak and yay.
One of the things with having two parents who both work in the hospital. They know too much medical stuff. Which is both good and bad at the same time. At least I know I ain't gonna get mad sick above my baseline screwed-up-ness, and they pull strings like whoa in the hospital sometimes. But it always feels like they know more about me than I do.