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There are times when I firmly believe that I'm cursed, or at the very least, the butt of some galactic joke. I'm well aware that I might be blowing things out of all proportion but when you have to send your degree transcript back because there's been a typo and yet another house you were thinking of renting disappears off the list, this time because someone who has been letting for 10 years suddenly decides he wants to sell the property, and all this comes after the PhD mess, one starts to feel a little paranoid.

Luckily we may have found somewhere else for cheaper, but we're viewing on Wednesday and I dread to think what could happen between now and Wednesday. However, I shall be going clothes shopping as I may have found a place where I can buy a shirt with frills and ruffles and general dandiness. It disturbs me that I have to go to goth-directed shops to find these things but I wants and I've just been paid.

I also have a plant to look after. It's just your average rubber plant, but it's also the test subject for some experiments I'm going to be running next week so I'm going to have to keep it healthy.