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Hmm. Today I am mostly foul-tempered, bitter, intolerant, tired, cross and self-absorbed. Oddly, I've only just noticed this -- I actually wandered through the day thinking I was quite cheerful. I had things I was going to do tonight, but none of them are going to get done because I'm too tired and fed up. I don't even know why I'm writing this. Why am I writing this? Oh, how annoying everything is!

I could probably do with a holiday really.

[insert all manner of moroseness in here, I can't be bothered]