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Shopping for a month's worth of food is surprisingly hard, especially when everyone around you has no basic concept of 'leaving space for other people to get past'. I think supermarkets must have stupidifying lasers by the doors, because I end up being as stupid as all the other shoppers; I crashed into a nice guy today because I was more intent on getting to the bagels than looking where I was going. I always come out of monthly shops feeling decidedly homicidal. Maybe that's it, serial killers, kidnappers and terrorists, they aren't screwed up, they've just spent too much time in ASDA. Ban supermarkets, problem solved.

We are pleased with our Break Point Challenge precious, yeses we are. No idea how I'm going to fit the required words into a 500-word-or-less fic but generally, very pleased. I already suspect whose I've got too. ^__^ The best part is finding out if I'm right or not... only I have an essay and a test and poetry to do between now and December 15th, so I really should stop wondering.

Ack, why do 'rents demand the computer at the most irritating times? -_- Guess I'll go actually work now. Back later, if the psychoanalysim doesn't melt my brain.

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You know how sometimes there's a thing like a movie or a book or a fic, and you read it and think it's awful, but then after a few months or years you go back out of insatiable curiosity, because you tell youself it *can't* have been that bad, not *really*?

Trust me, first impressions of these things are worth relying on. The thing will inevitably be as bad as when you first read it and there'll be no words for your annoyance, only incoherent sounds of irritation. Like argh, meaning 'I just completely wasted my time trying to have faith in that it might've been good after all'.