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I've started studying, and making Christmas cookies (yum), and cleaning. Yes, all of it.

... Is there a law that says that plumbers must be at least a few hours late? 'cause he called at 10 to say he'd be there at 11. It is now 12:45. And, dammit, I had other things to do - fetching comic books among them - that didn't include staying locked up in the apartment. Also, I need to go back to the grocery store - I don't have enough cocoa powder or milk. Annoying.

Still. Cooking makes me happy, and the apartment smells good, so I'm quite sure I'll live with it. :)

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Shit, shit, shit. When I reformatted my desktop, I forgot a few files I needed. Among them, a file that was half-done and that I wanted to send to someone before the end of the week. And I obviously don't have it anymore. And I'm incredibly stupid, and forgetful, and annoyed with myself to an absolutely unbelievable degree. *headdesk* Someone lock me up. I'm clearly the most unreliable person in existance.

On the plus side, the plumber is here. Only 5 hours late, too. Oh, the shock.