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I've been called a lot of things before; bitch, idiot, yada yada the usual. This is the first I've ever been called a whore though. Am not liking it. After an initial stage of being left to get through it in a locked bathroom seething in fury, I eventually made myself go to sleep after God knows how long. And woke up with swollen eyelids. Bloody hell.

When I was younger, I often fantasised about packing things up in my baby blanket and running away. Now I just have very strong urges to grab Jun's keys and going off anywhere. I would be a homeless Joe with a car for a bed. I'd take along my laptop and leech off Starbuck's wifi. Hah, I'd be the epitome of 21st century homeless person. One who blogs.

As if I haven't got enough on my plate for the second consecutive worst week ever, the Cat's angry at me. Admittedly I can't blame it because the cat's got an ego with a gravity pull of its own, so it probably can't handle being shouted at. But still, to call my nose a piggy nose... VERY sensitive topic. I'd apologize but I suck at apologies, especially this one because I think my reaction was warranted, if slightly over the top. Ah well, no space or emotional capacity to handle it right now.

The only good news so far : I didn't yell at Creative. I called them after a nap so I was slightly stoning. Gonna pick up the battery...sometime soon. They better not screw me over.