December 31st, 2006

This is not a good time.

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So 2006 ends with my godmother ringing up to tell me my injured back is just "an excuse" and that I must have destroyed my housemates' house and turned it into something resembling a pigsty because I am clearly incapable of anything else.

If 2007 is anything like this I don't want to see it, I don't want to be a part of it, I refuse to fight through it. I refuse.