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Today is Monday.
Tomorrow my dad's going away. He won't be back until Sunday. Hurrah for that. I love the chap, but it's always nice to have a parent-free week. Jaevar (my little bro) is going to stay at his friend's place from Tuesday 'til Friday and Dave (my dad's best friend -- he lives with us) is going to fuck off to 33 until Friday, so it's just going to be little old me. How HOME ALONE 2 can you get? I'll probably spend the week doing sweet fuck all, amen.
I spoke to Michael last night. Cried at him. Told him I wasn't going up anymore. I think I've made my point, haha. Ah, he pisses me off so much, but when I hear his voice I just want to SMOOSH HIM and poke him and sit on his face. Ha-ha. Alright, that was a little crass.
Hm. I spent the day fucking around in the garden, dropping in job applications, meeting people who didn't show, alphabeticising(?) my bookcase, listening to Something For Kate, AND hating Centrelink.
I know. I've been busy. I don't know how I get a chance to update my cyberjournal three times a day.