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The pancakes I made were shitty, the nurse stabbed my arm so much that it is killed to death (only 2 vials of blood this time, yay?) I could possibly have to have an operation in about 8 months time and i'm so tired that I want to go to bed at half 8?
Lame.
I'm not even going to whinge about work because, fuck. Same old shit different day and your all sick of me whinging about it.
Today has not been made of any type of fun.
Oh, and I have toothache. Woo.