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So, my hair is going straight. After years of quietly wishing for this, I am mildly distraught. It's not as though I'm going bald or anything like that - in fact, it feels in remarkably good condition - it's just... not as curly. In places it is downright straight, and I have a feeling I have no other option other than to basically grow it out. I'm not sure if this is becaue I've been using straighteners a bit recently or because I am basically fairly unhappy living here but ARGH ARGH ARGH. On the bright side, although work is still pretty awful - new people! but I already can do the job better than them! which leads to natural albeit unfair resentment! - I have to commute for about two hours a day, in total, which means that I am out of the house a lot more than a four hour shift would make were I in St Andrews. Small mercies. I also got to phone St Andrews yesterday for a brief natter with Kayley under the pretext of official work business, and that was brilliant too.

This is the point where I would normally say 'in other news' but to be honest I'm not sure what I can say. Um. Life at home is still prtty awful. Job search is stepping up somewhat in an attempt to alleviate this. I was about to start complaing bitterly that Jess, with whom I have been friends since nursery (and attended the same educational institutes as from 2-18) was IGNORING ME and I did not know what I had DONE WRONG waily waily waily etc, but she just texted me about going out tonight, which is just awesome. A night out in Ormskirk isn't my idea of a good time normally but hell, a night outside of this house sounds like just the ticket at the moment.

I need to leave the house to post a letter and to pick up some bits and bobs but I am waiting for a phonecall from a man about a car. No, really. Never thought I'd actually say that.