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31.07.06, 10:34 am

My uni account has now been deleted, so I'm having to use Lisa's user name and password to get onto the computers. I'm under strict instructions not to look at any porn.

I've got bad sinuses and a bad brain today, so don't be expecting an entry that's witty/insightful/long. I'm currently filling out an online application for a lab technician post at the university looking into steroid hormone properties, which I just know you're all as equally fascinated about. It's so frustrating; I can do all of the shit they're asking for - I can extract DNA and make cell cultures and present my results to other team members and analyse DNA base sequences, and yet will probably not get an interview, just like the the 6 million jobs I've applied for. I'm so close to jacking it all in and opening a nice brothel.

So, the last entry appears to have been just one long moan. Don't worry, I won't be subjecting you all to that again, although things are still pretty craptacular and I am not dealing with the MI too well. I'm also the most rubbish person company-wise too, because my brain's decided that having converstions with people is just too much hard work and has consequently given up even trying. This makes talking interesting, and I am constantly apologising for being a boring fuck. I apologise for being a boring fuck here also; the death of my brain appears to have spread to my writing skills also.

Anyway, on with domestic issues. This weekend was Lisa's 21st, and because there is a severe lack of wrapping paper in Walkley she got her present wrapped in the finest newspaper money can buy. Sometimes my pure classiness amazes even myself. We had a big party on Saturday night, which contained a worrying amount of Chemists, and I got really quite drunk. So drunk that at one point I suddenly found myself standing outside the flat smoking a roll-up with a failed chemist who was boring me to death with details of his job as a paper manufacturer or whatever the hell it was. I should've repelled it with detailed symptoms of the MI; people just LOVE hearing about that shit.

Unfortunately the night eventually turned sour (isn't it always the case?). They all went off to Climax, which is the gay night at the Union, and I stayed home because I was too tired to attempt it. I went to bed around half middnght, and was then woken up by Linda (Lisa's girlfriend) knocking on my door, who was a complete wreck and convinced that the relationship was over because her and Lisa had had huge argument in the middle of the floor, and Lisa had eventually thrown her keys at her and told her to go home. It was so very unfun.

Thankfully they sorted it out the next morning after they both sobered up and Lisa had calmed down. We had a load of people stay over, and I had the wonderful smugness of being the only person not to be hungover, although the smugness has since faded as I've been left with three years' worth of washing up. Lisa and Linda have since gone off to Ireland for a week, so I'm back to being on my tod. However, I'm off to Manchester on Wednesday as it's my dad's birthday and he's having a party on Saturday (read: drug orgy). My sister's flying over for it too, so it should all be quite pleasant. Ooh, and in rounding up the family news: Ciaran managed to get the part in Shameless that he auditioned for last week, so all in all everyone's pretty happy with life.

Finally bit the bullet and told my gran about the MI last night when she rang, though I played down the symptoms. She reacted exactly as I knew she would: outwardly optimistic about it all and telling me that it was probably just a B12 deficieny, but then talking about me going private if my blood tests come back normal and I have go in for some scans. There's no way in hell that I'm going to let her pay for me to get private healthcare, and besides she needs it a hell of a lot more I do in the first place.

The A is sticky on this keyboard, so apologies if I've missed any out. T'internet on Wednesday so normal entries will be returning very soon, which I'm infinitely glad about. It appears that the less entries I write the more I seem to whine.

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