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So, those of you who were in chat with me last night know I was supposed to go to an art group this morning. I had figured it probably started around 10am, so here's what happened:

I was laying in bed, just after 10am, thinking, maybe it's in the afternoon. When my cellphone rang. Or rather, someone called my mobile and it lit up and vibrated. So I answered. It was Trish, the key worker of my old flatmate, asking if she could bring around a potential new flatmate this morning. I told...

Well, I'm now pretty sure that the no number calls I missed last Wednesday were from McDonalds and that I haven't got the job as a result. I've been checking metime every day, but it still just gives me the date that my interview was, which is now 16 days ago . . . so I'm pretty sure I didn't get that, and I'm really worried that whatever the calls I missed last Wednesday were, they're important. Freaking out about that. They definitely weren't from Judy because I asked her about it and she said...

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Okay so first things first.

MY RIGHT ARM IS INCREDIBLY SORE. Not from self-harm or anything like that. The other night, I was hanging with Nikki, and I saw she had a 4kg dumbbell. I asked her how many reps she could do, and she said 13 (later on she managed about 25), and we decided to see how many I can do. Anyway I got up to 60 before she told me to stop as I was embarrassing her. I didn't feel anything at the time buuuuut . . .

On Friday I woke up with a very stiff...

I barely slept, I'm not tired. I got out of bed because I had a phone call, realised I had no chance of falling asleep again anyway, and just got on with my day. As much as turning on a laptop and playing RuneScape can be considered getting on with one's day.

The phone call was kind of surreal actually. It was around 8:30am, maybe a little later - early for a phone call, mostly people wait until they're sure I'm awake. I'd been having a weird dream, because although I hadn't been...

Actually, I'm starting to be mildly confused, a LOT. It's just one of those things. Like I have good days - aside from those couple of days where I felt beyond crappy - but on those days I still want to self-harm, and I still do - which doesn't make sense to me.

I got paranoid last night about somebody finding my stash. So I relocated it to a place which I hope is not obvious.

I got Sköll boots! Well, I got the ones from last year recharged anyway. Well sort of. They...

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So I got a call from a no-number. Unfortunately, my cellphone was on charge, and I was in the loo, so I missed the call, and they didn't leave a voicemail and haven't called back so I have no idea who it was. I figure if they're desperate to talk to me they'll call again, but I am a little worried that it may have been McDonalds regarding a job . . . so yeah.

I rang Mum yesterday afternoon to give her my good news about being able to stay here a while longer, and she gave me some...