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Odd how Don and Doom are nearly the same word.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH
I am scared of myself sometimes.
No more coffee for sian. I am on the instant now, I have descended that far after those tastes of plunger coffee. NO MORE. Not no more caffiene like I was considering earlier tonight, but at least back to tea.
I have decided that despite initially (reluctantly) agreeing to meet Don next Wednesday - because I didn't want to give a reason at the time - I really fucking don't want to do it now. Even if it means I have one less day to prepare the stuff, it means it is a different day (i.e. Not!Wednesday) and while I do have to see the gyno next Wednesday, that should be more manageable than meeting Don and seeing the gyno. It's just a stressful enough day without committing myself to any more than absolutely necessary.
Hopefully he will get the email and let me off. Maybe I will send another one linking to an explanation of sorts (by being both obscure and stupidly detailed). I don't feel like telling even the short story.
Maybe I will go to the beach again. I wonder which beach this time. Maybe I will buy beer.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH
I am scared of myself sometimes.
No more coffee for sian. I am on the instant now, I have descended that far after those tastes of plunger coffee. NO MORE. Not no more caffiene like I was considering earlier tonight, but at least back to tea.
I have decided that despite initially (reluctantly) agreeing to meet Don next Wednesday - because I didn't want to give a reason at the time - I really fucking don't want to do it now. Even if it means I have one less day to prepare the stuff, it means it is a different day (i.e. Not!Wednesday) and while I do have to see the gyno next Wednesday, that should be more manageable than meeting Don and seeing the gyno. It's just a stressful enough day without committing myself to any more than absolutely necessary.
Hopefully he will get the email and let me off. Maybe I will send another one linking to an explanation of sorts (by being both obscure and stupidly detailed). I don't feel like telling even the short story.
Maybe I will go to the beach again. I wonder which beach this time. Maybe I will buy beer.