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October 8, 2010
Hating mood swings. I was so happy this morning, and then everthing seemed to just get smothered by a blanket of un-nice-ness. (What an amazingly unique and grammatically correct metaphor; I must make a note of it to use in my EngLang exam...)

What started off as a perfectly nice schoolday, pretty much jumped off a cliff at the end - lemming style. I think it was because I wasn't wearing my rope - I've very strong beliefs about luck: not doing or wearing things a certain way, or just doing them differently, equals bad luck. Like using different shampoo.