Wednesday, January 18, 2006.

I'm constipated! Gah. I hate being constipated. I think this only happened when I shifted to this partially new house.

Anyway I went to the doctor on Monday and I think he remembered me because I was complaining about not wanting huge and bitter tablets and I was saying that it was very ticklish when he was trying to find out what the problem was with my right leg.

Today when I went again I opened the door, said hi, and went, "Do you remember me?"

Then the went, "Yes. Is it about your knee again?"

I went, "No, it's about my head."

"Oh no," was his reply.

HA I was amused. Actually my main aim of going to the doctor's was to BUY an MC. A teacher actually called me up and told me in a rather strict tone that I had to get an MC. I mean back then in Crescent no teacher actually bothered about that. I'd gone by three days not in school and never a single call. I think this is a little too stringent.

Seriously, I don't think people actually bother to note my absence. Never mind.

I never feel comfortable when people message me and after a line they go ... then the next ... it makes me feel a littled neglected and that whoever it is doesn't really want to continue with the message. It brings forth reluctance and it makes me dread reading whatever comes after the ...(s).

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