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24th.Jan.2006 | 10:15 pm
mood: frustratedfrustrated
music: Nirvana - The Man Who Sold the World
posted by: azangkaa in angel_diaries

I got back to the flat as it was getting dark this evening. The rain came back, just as predicted, and it's still chucking it down out there. When I got back here the buckets had long overflowed, and the wood flooring has brown-black water stains all along the edge. The bloody window was left open as well. The water will be dripping through and we'll get an irate visit from the old guy who lives underneath us. No sign of Tuesday.

The computer was on when I came in - far enough away from the window, thankfully. Cheap-site blue text on a white background glared out of the screen:

An Interview With An Angel
Learn how angels can help you in life in this channeled conversation with Archangel Raphael

Ha-fucking-ha. Sometimes I wonder how I manage to live in this riduclous place. Thankfully, I have some vodka left in the bottom of the bottle. Don't know where it's from, or when. Oh well.

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