When you are self-obsessed, with your head up your arse, the unexpected can happen. And then you can be left thinking WTF? The fear of barbarian hordes, the irritation at bureaucracy and self-interest of British-jobs-for-British-people were perhaps the key levers here. 367 more words
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I’m craving sugar and caffeine and I’m angry at the world. Possibly, these two things are related.
The rheumatologist today told me (in the sweetest way possible; he was a really nice guy–but, still) that I wasn’t his problem, and probably if I waited it would all go away. 1,050 more words