Today is the eleventh day. There are, I believe, four days left. I want to go home. Not gonna lie about that.
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Today is the sixth day. I am very tired. Today wasn't very tiring; I just haven't recovered from yesterday.
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Today is day five. Everything in Austria is scented. I am allergic to fragrance. This is a problem.
(Don't look under the cut if you're grossed out by skeletons. There are some pictures.)
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This does not feel like the fourth day. It feels like either the second day or the twentieth.
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Today was day three. These posts are unedited, so I use the same words more than I ought to.
I'm also working on getting photos up. You can see them in my Austria folder on flickr, which is here. If it's mostly empty, check back in a little while.
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I'm still in Austria. I'm a little sad, but I'll get over it. I feel an artisty self-hatred I haven't experienced in a very long time. I'm also tired. I'll get over both of those soon enough.
Here is today's adventure.
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Today mum, Sabine and I went to the beach.

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I'm going to try to keep this short because I have a monster headache and I need to sleep.

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I got a dental x-ray today. Just being in the oral surgery building made me very anxious. It smelled strongly of antiseptic and the walls were all painted Calming Blue and Comfort Beige and Pretend We're Not Going To Take Your Teeth Out Periwinkle (straight from the Medical Paint Swatch Co., obviously) and even though I knew I was only getting an x ( Read more... )

i don't want pity. i don't want simpering sympathetic asspats. i don't want people to cringe and tiptoe around me like the floor is eggshells because they're afraid how i'm going to react.
i don't want you to tell me that this wasn't my fault, because a) i've already been told and b) i'm not sure i can believe you.

i don't want attention.

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