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The last few days have been disjointed, like making vinaigrette. Thing's don't mix. Like Ricky Nelson songs and Linkin Park. I'm in an odd skin at the moment. It's my own alright, just doesn't seem to fit me anymore. The last few days, everything I do and say, I'm either told not to do it, not to say it, or more recently I'm an idiot. Which, while it may be true on occasion, is not generally something that is polite to voice unless absolutely necessary. Yeah. Missed meeting up with cool people last night, forgive me I will make it up to you in the form of cake. Good cake too. Going for a wedding tomorrow to Waterford with Cormac. His cousin's wedding. I'm kinda terrified about meeting his family.