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Tuesday, April 24

Tuesday night too early to start drinking?

I really don't think so. Headaches are back, everybody's stressed out and hatin' on each other. Casually sipping a bit of liquor in passing won't hurt anybody, it'll just help me sleep a little better. I ended up buying two dresses today, and for a price too, so I guess that's something. My touch pad is fucked up, so I'm learning to use shortcuts on the keyboard now. Le sigh. Seriously, the battery needs changing too. I think I'm gonna go darken the doorstep of Elgiganten (I think it's from Elgiganten?) one of these days. If I have the time. I probably won't.

I feel like lately I've been avoiding blogging about really deep stuff. It's not like I don't have deep stuff to write about, it's just that I've been busy, and not having to think too hard on something I feel like is just a huge blessing these days. I've been sleeping really well lately, like, I'll get really tired around this time (look, down. Do eeeth.) and then I'll go to bed at 11:30 pm. That's amazing for me, I hope you realise.

Sexual tension is a funny thing, but it's also kind of nice to at least feel something and know that I don't belong in a convent. I'm pretty sure that, finding myself in such a place, I would be a royal pain in the ass. The abbess would think me a cuss and I would casually attempt to corrupt her minions. And not in a cute Whoopi Goldberg style either. I would fuck them up. "Come on, try it. No really, it's not alcohol, I swear..." (As F put it on the way back in the train, glad she's coming with me on that.) I'm a horrible person.
Yes, yes, I know it depends on the vows you take as a nun...
And I'm only kidding, I have great respect for nuns (they're not just a funny costume to me), but I kind of think they ought to embrace a little bit of that Amish stuff too? You know, let 'em out, have a good time every ten years or so. All I'm saying is that it can't be easy being a nun, and frankly I think God would agree that you ought to give them some fucking rope.

I have muscle twitches in my shoulders, it's really not very comfortable. I'm gonna go put some Aloe Vera on my ear now.

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