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I found this cute little apartment [what do you mean it's insane to go to 'etuovi.com' website ten times a day?] that's like two feet from Helsinki city limit and thusly ten thousand euros cheaper than anything actually in our capital city.

Am now recalculating how much money I'd need to actually buy that place and damn it, I have to remember that moving isn't cheap either.

I need to buy new glasses. And the laptop. And a few chairs [if I buy a place, that is]. Does anyone know a billionaire who's looking for a wife? A girlfriend? A lousy but expensive lay???

Also, I have a huge sore thingy near my left eye. Probably caused by the glasses. There's nothing to eat in the house. I miss the insanity of slashers.

/self pity

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Am still up. Feel all fuzzy. My back is really killing me again, and due to the meds, I'm now hovering somewhere between giggles and insane depression. Lovely.

Will crawl to bed now and try not to think. Why the hell can't I shut the brains off for a time or at least make them stop playing the same old annoying record all the damn time?

builds a dungeon so that the next time we have insane fun with slashers, they won't leave and I won't have to suffer from withdrawal

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Waking up at 4 pm? Nothing new. There's nothing to eat in the house, and in the bright natural light this place looks like a pigsty. Wonderful.

I'll use the back problems as an excuse this week. No gym. No cleaning. Yay!

I think I'll take a shower now...