Phoning with my mom is fun.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

Well fuck you. Fuck you, the university you went to, the internships you made, the job you do, the punctuality it taught you, the money you earn and the vacation you pay with it.

Yes, I think that sums it up nicely.

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( Telefonate mit meiner Mama machen wirklich Spaß. )

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Wha - ?!

Right.

I had a highly unedifying talk with my mom.

I gave up any pretense of working on my term paper for tonight. Doesn't matter anyway, as I only have to turn it in tomorrow and can't finish it till then anyway.

I sort of gave in to the urge to get drunk.

I read one beautiful fic and one parody that helped me to turn from angry tears to calmness, at least.

I tried to play some Knights of the Old Republic, had to practically start the level again, talked to my 'partner' by accident, who then first flirted with me and then admitted his severe distrust. Somehow, KotOR has turned to The Sims, or something. I hate it when computer game characters turn human. Especially when they have more character depths than some of the characters I have to analyze for my term paper.

Or maybe that's just the Whisky.

Whatever.

Cannot cope, off to bed.

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( Wa - ?! )

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