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darthwhoever

alone, together.
May 14, 2002


Bad, bad, AWFUL day.

I'm overworked and I don't wanna do anything. I feel like screaming "FUCK OFF!!" to everyone that comes near my desk.

The office is freezing, which does not help my cramps at all.

I'm all swollen due to liquid retention, and I look like a Teletubby.

I also have to figure out why the site archives aren't working. But my computer keeps on freezing (Blue Screen of Death Count: 17).

The icing on the cake? The Ex calls. To see how I'm doing, he says. After a 10-minute conversation I had to cut off because "I have a meeting and everybody's waiting for me" I lock myself in the bathroom for an hour trying to understand WHY am I not over him yet. He's gonna haunt me forever, I swear.

Predictably, puffy eyes have joined the party.

Yeah, I'm hot.

On the good side, I think I found my next UST couple. Couldn't find any smutty fic, though.

~ Miggie

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