Why is it that despite me not doing all the in things, or at least thinking that I don't, I do? I remember not doing my coat up at school because it wasn't in. I was really quite surprised when people did at uni. I still do it though. I mean, if its really cold then I will do my coat up, but once I get near where I'm trying to get to I undo it. Its not just that either. Its also the not ringing blokes thing. I still kind of have a thing about ringing people, and I only have his mobile number so it'll cost a lot, and I can't think of anything to say. I mean, where do I start?

Dr Jackson's Diary is really not helping. Its full of sex. Admittedly its written by a bloke (fictionally speaking, anyway) and everyone knows thats all they think about. And what is it with that looking thing? I find it really unnerving, Emma likes it. At least you know where you stand, I suppose.

Shit. Who's reading this stuff anyway? Think I'd better not advertise the link on the front page. Really must update my site. And eat, I'm hungry. Wonder if Sarah will be back before 11.40 and whether I'll be awake enough to watch Highlander?

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