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a) I spent the better part of the afternoon at a tattoo place. Which rocked, and which is making me decide to actually get the one I've been hesitating over when I have the money. Until then, I'll stick to piercings. They're kinda cool, and less permanant.

b) My boyfriend is gone, and this sucks. I mean, I'll see him again, but... he's not here now, which is not fun at all.

c) Friends who let you call sobbing after said boyfriend is gone in order to let you cry it out on their shoulder rather than in an empty apartment? Rock. Thanks. Really.

d) The cats are strange. That covers itself, I think.

... I swear there was actually something I wanted to say, but I'm exhausted and falling asleep, so whatever it was will wait until morning.

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Oh, last strange thing about last night? Morris' MOTHER called here, and I wound up talking to her for about five minutes. It was weird... She sounds a bit like my mother, actually. *shudders* But, no, I won't say that... she sounded vaguely pleasant. Also, I'm apparently invited to Calgary sometime. To quote the boyfriend in question, wtf, mate?

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Right. So, I spent the first part of the day curled up in bed, sleeping as late as I possibly could. And then grabbed my boyfriend's sweatpants and shirt, put them on, and curled up on the couch with the cat and the laptop. Which seemed to be an altogether reasonable way to spend the day... however, hyperallergina convinced me to meet her for coffee at a bookstore, and, since I realised that I had to go downtown (I needed a library book), well, I actually got dressed (translation: bothered to comb my hair and found my last pair of semi-clean jeans) and got going.

She brought me a balloon, 'cause she rocks like that. It is bright pink with yellow dots on it, and it did, indeed, cheer me up. So, yay. :) It's now floating above my bed and Being Pink, which is an altogether acceptable state for a balloon.

And now, I get to clean my bedroom and apartment, and perhaps do laundry... because I seriously have no more clean clothes. This is a problem.

Also, I seem to have lost my list of phone numbers. So, erm... yeah. If anyone who KNOWS I should have their number could please e-mail it to me, it'd be HIGHLY appreciated.

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I'm being girlish and angsty, and it has to stop. Really. Because I can't handle this.

And, as we've seen is my usual coping mechanism when things turn to shit... I'm going to bed.