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I got 85 on my seminary paper. If I'll take into account the amount of work I did on it, I'm super happy (I would have been happy with a 60 as well, just wanted to get the damn thing off of me).

The Alzheimer paper is done, which leaves the project. I'm finishing here today at 11:00, I'll be home at 12:00 and I'll work through the weekend. Ayala was kind enough to offer to go to the university on Sunday morning to hand in our joined paper and my project ('cause I'm working Sunday, and will only be out of here at 16:00, would be at uni at about 16:30-16:45 at best and I've no idea if the professor will be there at that time and I need his signature to tell the secreteries I've handed in the damn thing).

I'll go in a minute to get newspapers, They're super heavy on Friday (I need 7 papers) and it's the only day I have to get down and get them by myself from the gate, they're delivering them to our office every other day... Crap. Ah well, I'm not working next Friday, and even though I'll have the cats and dogs to take care of it'll be nice to rest a bit.

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Okay, I give up. Nobody actually reads what I write. Out of my last 8 posts only one got comments.

Is my life that boring?

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I'm only human. I love cats, I've no idea why - they can drive me nuts, but I still love them. I hate having to watch a kitten, a small, cute, helpless thing wasting away - and I can't do a thing to help her

I can only cry.

I can apologise to her.

I can promise her she'll be better off in kitty-heaven.

I know I'm a drama-queen right now. I hate feeling like this.