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Just decided to make a random post.

Okay, so, I should really start writing the fic for the [profile] lpfic_exchange because the time goes by so fast! The few paragraphs I have suck beyond imagination and even though I have lots of ideas an actual plot is somehow still lacking... Guh. I'm really sorry for the person who'll probably read it (since they requested the prompt, duh) and for my lovely beta [profile] demetrelli.

Also, I've finally been to my doctor with the thyroid gland problems. Turns out I was there over a year ago the last time. Ahem. She said it wasn't that bad in this too sweet cheerful voice that made my teeth hurt. Then she started to list all the hormones and antibodies I lack/have too much of and sent me to blood tests. Again. So it means getting up early tomorrow. Again. Then she told me I was too fat. Well, duh. But my mother doesn't talk to me now. Because I'm too fat. Which I had been even before the doctor stated the obvious, really. Sometimes I don't get my mother *sigh*

Continuation of the health stuff (I really am sick too often, eh) I have these weird... things on my arm. They look like insect bites, only they're not. It started with one, now there're four and counting. Honestly, it looks kinda disgusting. Yesterday I met up with my best friend (she's leaving for Greece today *jealous*) and she was like, 'It's definitely something serious.' Well, I dunno. But it's definitely not getting better, quite the opposite. So I was thinking that if I'm going to a doctor tomorrow anyways (for the blood tests) I could kill two birds with one stone and go to a dermatologist too when I'm already there. I'll see.

On a happier note, here's my current fave song:

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