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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.

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Will mourn the curlies!

I hope you have a fabulous night out and end up tomorrow with a glorious hangover. I wish I could make the other icky stuff less icky.

And a car? Are you buying one? Fun!

They have come back, somewhat; I've done this before, and it's a case of just leaving the straighteners alone until it grows out. GOOD FUN.

I already have a car, cheerfully referred to as The Devil Car as it's trying to kill me. I'm convinced. I only bought it as my old car was written off by the idiot that hit me about a year ago. Now I have compensation money through for that and wish to buy a better, shinier, might-actually-hit-high-speeds car. BUT! The man who needs to phone me! Has not phoned! I am distraught, truly.

I reckon it's because you've been straightening it tbh. The heat will get to the core. Not that that's necessarily right but whatever =p

& I didn't realise Ormskirk was that far from Liverpool!

The train ride is only thirty minutes, which is okay, but it takes me 17 (I timed it) minutes to walk to the train station. WOE.

Still coming to stay soon? :)

Let me sort out of the car issue and then I am going on an epic road trip and visiting EVERYONE. Consider yourself warned!