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Posted on January 05, 2008 @ 10:18 pm
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It's half past ten on a Saturday night, and all I want to do is sleep. I suppose this would be perfectly normal...if I hadn't taken a four hour nap this afternoon.
So much for feeling better.
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Posted on January 03, 2008 @ 12:14 pm
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I feel absolutely wretched. It just figures that I'd come down with the flu the moment we returned to school.
I'll probably go to the Hospital Wing in a bit...or whenever I manage I muster up enough energy to move again.
Anyone else sick? Misery loves company.
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Posted on December 17, 2007 @ 11:27 pm
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Malcolm's funeral was yesterday afternoon. It rained, of course.
Minister Bradshaw was there, along with many of the department heads. I could hardly bear to look at them, let alone accept their paltry condolences. The package was meant for the minister, not Malcolm. It should've been h
Maisie and I will be staying in Edinburgh for the rest of the month.
[Private to Dirk]
I still can't believe he's gone. None of us can. It's just so unfair.
Will you come and stay for a day or two after Christmas? I miss you.
[Private to Bridget]
I wish you'd come home for the hols this year. You could stay with us, if you like.
[Private]
Mus robh fhios agam dè bh' arm bàs; beachd, bloigh fios, boillsgeadh de'n dorchadas, fathann de'n t-sàmhchair. S nuair a sheas mi aig uaigh, 'sann a bha mi 'g iarraidh dhachaidh, far am biodh còmhradh, is tea, is blàths.
I've never felt more alone.
I wish it would stop raining.
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