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postsecret hasn't been updated. usually its my sunday highlight (along with spending too long in bed). so i accidentally spent hours asleep, possibly to compensate in advance for such a loss to my weekly routine. albeit with waking up at almost three with a horrible tummyache and attempting to find a position that would send me back to sleep. i rang clare to tell her how big her melody makers are.. nice to have a chat although i kept trying to blow my nose with one hand which proved a bit tricky. what i thought might have been some kind of hayfever affair is now possibly just another cold. i also rang alex to check she was still alive. i got to thinking how if something had happened to her how would i possibly know, but was suitably reassured that she was fine but just didn't know when she was coming home. i miss her. i fell asleep on the sofa last night waiting for her to come home and today being the only day i get to really see her, she's out. so instead of spending ages on the internet with her and gabbling, i have tidied, washed up, emptied the bin and done some washing. almost as exciting as when the s**t on radio one was interupted by interference from a foreign, possibly spanish, station. stroke of luck i guess. i really should have done some work on my fmp or something. maybe later. although naturally i'm expected to make tea or its assumed that we aren't eating. feck of is what i say - either that or "my other job pays £4.99 an hour - what exactly is my rate in this one and when do the years of back pay arrive in my suffering bank account??" probably best to just leave it, cook something s**t and be in dad's good books. might go stick some potatoes in the microwave. ta-ra then.