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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
My bed is not mine

Fucking bed bugs. One appeared on my bed yesterday morning, I had additional 4 bites.

What the fuck. I can't even bear to see my own bed. Luckily I am on leave today, I can just continue play company of heroes, or ipod games, or study (last option) until late morning.

Reason being, Jazzy's room is under "extermination" and Uncle James is dwelling in the living room. Which left, the dining room & the study. Obviously I would go to the study room by all means. Why would you think its called the STUDY room.

Probably sleep here for 2 nights, I mean mornings :P. And I have to get new beddings tomorrow!
God damn it. Unbudgeted circumstances. Fucking annoyed.


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