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OH GOD YESTERDAY WAS THE DAY OF BILLS.

Apparently, um, my rent hasn't been paid though. Because for the second time running, they have Fucked Up My Direct Debit. (Yes, I really do pay both my tuition and accommodation fees. I know I can't be the only one in St Andrews, although I feel like I am. I don't want to be the only one. Is is that complex to understand?)

Did I mention I owe my parents £300 on top of the £700-odd I lost yesterday for the privilege of my education and my teeny tiny room with the thin walls?

Yeah. Going to have to go and negotiate with the Old Union Reception, now.

I am debating paying my cheque because I've never done that before. Just for the novelty and the fact it might annoy someone. I hope it does.

Harrumph. What else in my day? I want to dye my hair today because my roots are shocking and I fancy being a redhead again, but hell, I am now so far into my overdraft I can't see daylight. On that note, I'm going to Cambridge tomorrow.

Cos I'm sensible like that, you see.

Ugh, it's only January. Buggarit. Note to self: GET THEE A JOB PRONTO.

All this and I've not even had breakfast yet.

~Hathy_Col~

TMI is fun!

And in further proof that God actually hates me I have the most crippling cramps ever.

*shakes fist at the sky*

If anyone needs me, I'll be curled up in my bed with my fictional hot water bottle whimpering and waiting for the ibruprofen to kick in.

Or the laundry room, because I have washing in. Yay and so on.

Bills are paid. Hair is not dyed but I can live with this.

Katie is back at five thirty. Oh god that's soon, will have to drag self to the car. I am the best housemate in all of studentdom. I know this. I am also taking them all shopping for the week I'm not here because HOT DAMN I'M JUST THAT GOOD.

(Note to self: start charging for petrol more vigorously.)

I need to pack.

~Hathy_cOl~