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Why do the stupidest little things upset me? It's not even as if I could explain *why* I'm upset. Maybe it's just late and I need more sleep.

See you all in the morning.

Clo

Gack...

I've remembered why I hate summer.

It's. Too. Bloody. Hot.

It's been scorching today, all day, and although I was enjoying it this morning, it's finally gotten to me. I'm in a mood where I'm liable to bite someone's head off, especially since the man was deliberately winding me up earlier then whined when I flicked water at him to shut up. I swear, one day I'm going to stuff him down one of those bloody golf holes or something.....

See? Bad mood.

I've just finished one media project, which is abomiable because I have another one to do before Saturday preferably and Fridays out because it's the woman's 50th birthday party. We're having a barbeque and the relatives are going to swamp us. Ugh.Plus some people are coming up from Kent tomorrow and taking over my room for two days which means I'll be roomless and I *hate* that with a passion. I have to have my own space to go sit in and if I don't then I take over the bathroom, inevitably causing fights. Still, maybe if it's this warm I can spend most of the time out in the garden. Sleeping or something.

I'm still irritated and my head feels about to explode so I'm off before I insult anyone or tell them to go do something very rude.

Clo