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( Torchwood spoilers )

Hair remains cut off. Still not entirely sure I like it, to be honest, although I like it a lot better now that I have got rid of a stupid dangly bit of hair that the hairdresser seemed to have forgotten to remove. I still think I'll end up growing it out. It's quite nice tucked behind my ears, though. A lot easier to look after, too, which is a bonus. We'll see, I suppose.

OH YES BEFORE I FORGET. I may have beaten the credit crunch. Well, sort of. You see, I had more or less decided that I would rather be on the dole than working in the nursing home, but NO! I have finally managed to get a transfer to the Liverpool Fat Face! No idea how many hours, etc, but apparently there is a chance for a promotion. This means I am an employed graduate! Okay, I'm still working in retail but WHO CARES AT THIS POINT.

And now I need to go and get changed out of my sweaty work uniform and into something for people coming around for Torchwood tonight. Rock and roll.