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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old
and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
Surprised that there isn't a big bang/fanfare to herald my return?
Inane stuff aside, I would like to thank all people who helped fill up my utterly inane psychology survey that I finished in a magnificient feat of 10 minutes. *puffs chest out* Like I care about the subject. It's not even offered next year, which means I suffered for half a year for NOTHING.
Anyway, guests coming at 12.30 for lunch. *saintly sigh* I hate showing people around, especially when they tour the house and enter my room (my crowning glory) and my mum complains about how damn messy it is. Shall go shut the door and put a no entry sign up. But I bet my mum will kill me and tear my limbs out and throw them into the chicken curry. Sigh.
10:43 AM