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You know sometimes I think I must have done something really awful in a past life. Nothing ever goes right. I am trying desperately to finish this dissertation and I go to take the dvd I need out of it's case and the fucking thing snaps. So now I have no dvd to do for the next part of my work, and I will probably have to pay for the fucking shitty thing too. I don't know why I am even bothering anymore.
Add to that that Rocky still won't eat and it's just turning out to be the best week ever. Scrap that, the best year ever.
Add to that that Rocky still won't eat and it's just turning out to be the best week ever. Scrap that, the best year ever.