Bloody B doesn’t even consult me before he volunteers my time. Bloody flatmate is back today. Want to scream in frustration. My head hurts and I didn’t have time for lunch and a workout and now I’m hungry and I forgot my money at home and M isn’t answering my texts and I want Flatmate to bugger off and I want Doc. I want Doc to call me and explain that he was busy and that he still wants to have dinner. But that’s just not going to happen now is it.
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