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the weather is terrible, its grey and spitty, its swolen and depressing. My house smells of mushrooms - that cant be good. I have to get a eveing job to clear debts, which means working 14 hours days for three months. Jeepers. However, my friend is coming to stay this weekend and we will eat eggy bread and complain about ourselves and validate on another. its nice. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx