Disclaimer

Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Wednesday, 24 March 1999

24 March 1999

Today was a step up from yesterday. Just. It started terribly, so one had stolen one of my newspaper bundles so I had to walk home and call it in, and deliver the papers late. But then my replacement papers were plastic coated, which mage it more fun, and a little more suggestive (my pushing plastic covered cylinders into hospitible slots). Then I just generally had a bad morning, followed by a bad day. Though my Chem201 lab almost restored my faith in Chemistry. Now I just hate organic chemistry.
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