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OMG. My room looks like a bomb exploded in it. I think I'll just go to bed and ignore it. SO TIRED. Just got back from the field where I had a fun time in the near dark trying to pick up tree stumps and patches of nettles instead of horse poo. I think the time for doing useful things at the field after work is over.

And work? The new woman that started three weeks ago went on holiday on Friday. I looked through her stuff today to see what I needed to finish off and have concluded that she's done nothing useful in THREE WEEKS. So it looks like the rest of my three days at work is going to be even more busy. Balls.

I'll pay someone 50p to come and tidy for me. No sexual favours on offer you'll be glad to hear. BECAUSE I'M TOO TIRED.

And whilst I'm in the caps locking mood - SCREW YOU, GMAIL.

Quick rec before I go and set fire to everything scattered around on my floor: So It Goes With Faith by angelgazing. Faith will always leave you broken. Sirius/Remus. Gorgeous.