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So, interesting couple of days.
Had my Russian exam this morning. It wasn't great, wasn't terrible either. I hope.
This afternoon I decided to reorganise my wardrobe, and had lots of fun trying on outfits that I'd forgotten I even owned! Then I ran out of coathangers, so I went out to get some more and ended up getting a haircut as well, and I look very Scully-in-season-nine-ish, if I do say so myself (only not quite so floofy).
The weird pain in my side has not gone away, but it has sort of migrated a bit. It's really uncomfortable now. I can only really stay still if I'm reclined at an angle of about forty degrees, which is annoying.
Rich has called me ugly and weird and boring and tried to kill me all in one day. (I couldn't open my noodles so he stabbed me viciously with the scissors, leaving a gaping wound on my finger almost a millimetre wide). If you're reading this, Rich, I am sobbing, sobbing my little heart out because you have ruined my self-esteem forever.