"It's been a bad day..."

eniddy's deleted her journal? Why?

In other news... The French was all right. The English wasn't awful, because of the writing, but the damn poetry was a problem as always. I loathe it.

I am bored. In a generally better mood, because I don't have to go in until lunchtime tomorrow, so sleeping later might just do something for the insomnia, but I still have Biology in the afternoon and in the meantime I'm bored.

Nothing happened to me, so I have nothing to write about.

"I need an easy friend I do, with an ear to lend..."

Am glad eniddy has not left Livejournal or anything stupid. Am not glad because my friend-of list is now on 69 and makes me smile then feel like an idiot for doing so every time I see it.
Morning off tomorrow, good, abbreviated language now, also good, because I cannot be bothered to write anything out in full, have actually revised in a minor kind of way for Biology, am also perversely glad I don't do dual award science, as would never have got chance to slice lamb's heart from top to bottom with a rusty scalpel.
In the meantime, have little to say, have vaguely different layout, which will get bored of and change in the near future, have been spending way too much time on the SDMB lately, but oh, well, it's all right because the Pit is probably the only place on the internet where you're encouraged to flame.
Should go to bed but don't want to as have raging insomnia and besides am getting paranoid again. It seems to come in phases -a couple of months, me in happy-it's-all-okay mood, then a couple of months of me being in oh-fuckit-they're-all-out-to-screw-me-over mood, and just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not all after me.
Strange day today, didn't write about it earlier as had nothing to say and still don't, except Mrs Chem Williams trampled on me, and it seems people have a habit of trampling on me, and it's not as if I'm underfoot exactly, I may be small but I've still got about 165cm of height to my credit.
No spaces between paragraphs, as that implies my thoughts have structure when they quite clearly don't and fuck it all I'm going to bed now.

Good night.