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it was an hour's walk, in the rain, but it was worth it.

i am sitting in my room, on the internet, on oxfordgirl's spare laptop. give her things! she deserves them.

i'm on the internet with natural light and fresh air, drinking vanilla tea, in the hope that the migraine from wadham's underground hell-hole of a computer centre will go away now.

and i'm about to head off to the Uni Counselling Services for my second "Creative Stress Management" group. last week i managed not to laugh at all when i was told to "see my thoughts like clouds in the sky"... i feel this must mean i'm making progress.

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lister/tank girl slash?

ashley and i have grown up into listers. we are happy. we will always be there for the people we care about. not nice to them; we'll call them slags and smegheads. but if something matters, we're there.

and the curry stains on our shirts and the kebab boxes on the floor? we're happy. and drunk. and healing. thank you for your dvds, lizziwig!