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Sep 30, 2010 22:22

It was a good day altogether. but.

I am too damn empathic for my own good. Frankly, my dears, I shouldn't give a damn. why are my father and my eldest brother always _always_ fighting? I mean, shouting match as the OST of the dinner.

And they blame me for being antisocial. if being social means I argue about nothing with everyone? then, of course, I'll be antisocial. (Yes, I notice my own issues, as well. Thank you, for pointing it out.)

And it was a good day. I went to a job interview. I spent a few minutes talking to my grandma; and I am considering some ideas for presents... and yet... I am close to tears because my family can't be in peace.

I really need to move out but for that I need a job that pays enough; and yeah, that won't happen anytime soon. Sorry, dear.

(but I watched the Doctor Who special: Voyage of the Damned. Here comes season 4 and Donna!
Season 3 was okay. Martha - in the end - was okay; the Master was a bit over the top; I need to read more stories about Lucy (Mrs Saxon), and whoever wrote the Human Nature - the Family of Blood double-episode should think hard about the Doctor Who before penning another script... I hated those episodes.)

PS: Y'know what I'm afraid of? Becoming my father or mother...





Or

life, ..., doctor who, family

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