I just got back today from London (which I or someone else will undoubtedly create a thread about in due time *hint hint*) and early tomorrow I'm jetting off (in a car) to distant lands (Chichester, less than 200 miles away) for a luxurious (we booked a caravan) and dignified (with my mummy) holiday (walking). I'll be MIA as of pretty much this blog entry until whatever time I get back on Monday 13 September.

Unless somebody else wants to do it for me, all the amazing stuff I had...

He actually had his eyes wide open, Puss-in-Boots-in-Shrek-style (albeit he's...

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I have probably the busiest summer ahead of me. Normally my summers consist of nothing, last year I didn't really have one at all. This year I have tasks and responsibilities.

These are primarily:

1. Redecorate the hall
2. Pass my driving test
3. Build a website for my swing dance society at uni

The first two are amazingly dull. I hate painting. I hate driving. The third is a lifesaver. Building this website is the first constructive thing I've done for months, and it's done wonders...

My doctor put me on anti-depressants, saying they'd take about 10 days before I felt any effect. But after 10 days I felt lousy, worse than I have done for weeks. I didn't want to do anything, and when I was doing something I just wanted to go home and go back to bed. True, I was hungover after the night before (so good I can't remember most of it), but it wasn't just headache or a dodgy stomach. I had dropped out of life.

I woke up this morning and felt the same. And then it dawned...

A summary: In summer 2009 my dad died suddenly and unexpectedly in the room next to me. The rest of my summer was spent organising funereal arrangements and corresponding with utilities, banks and the mortgage lender, who between them are creditors of well over a hundred grand from my dad's estate, the only financial value of which is the house. I had exam retakes that I scraped through (and only because of extenuating circumstances), allowing me to progress to the third and final year of my four-year...

Because we have a blocked toilet. So far it's been a huge pain in the arse (not literally) but not unhygienic or messy; despite the title, nothing has overflowed the bowl, and in fact there's nothing disgusting in the bowl, just water drains very slowly. Obviously not desirable in a human waste receptacle, so we've been using the bath for little jobs and strategically going to supermarkets for bigger jobs.

But fuck me this bastard won't unblock. The first thing we tried was reaching...

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There are four threads on the OWF homepage that use this little dickhead for the post icon:



And his fury is infectious!

I've spent the last two days mostly in bed. In part because I just couldn't face being awake, in part because said being in bed meant I didn't eat much and was low on energy. I have a presentation tomorrow that I've put no effort into. I'm not sure whether this is a cause or a consequence of the being in bed a lot. Certainly if I'd have done the work at the right time, I wouldn't have slipped into this depression.

I told myself this year would be different, that I'd summon the drive...