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Totally unrelated to the title.

I'm really, REALLY not happy now.

Strange as it may be though. I'm so far staying really calm. Despite the fact that inside I want to throw thing, heavy, expensive things, out of windows and at people heads. My anger inside is actually so much so that I can't put it into words without swearing. But I shall try.

I am so angry that I feel like blaming everything on everyone. I feel like trying to annihalate a whole army with one person/unit and one sword.

Last night my sister and her partner became ex partners. Yes, it was like looking at myself last May.

That isn't why I'm angry.

Twitter seems to be just about fixing itself, after almost five hours of being stupid. This means my phone is vibrating at me a fair amount.

This, also, is not why I'm angry.

GET TO THE POINT!

Okay, why am I angry? Royal Mail and USPS suck.

I got up this morning with a feeling of good things happening today. One good thing happened. I got the ten units I've been working on at work, finished and boxed up. That's it. Mike never recieved the $90 or the $40 I sent. At this rate, he might get the $90 tomorrow, almost two weeks after I sent it, and if he doesn't get the $40, I will be so angry that you will not want to talk to me.

Okay, right, so this time next week, it's looking less and less likely that Mike will be here. I may have come to terms with this, but that doesn't make me any happier. Okay? I was looking forward to being with Mike again. Really. Perhaps October 20th to November 9th would be better, allowing for the money to arrive... that would also give me another week at work to earn some more money. But I'd still like it if everything went ahead right. I can't afford to transfer any money, not now, because I have less than £100 in my account now.

That's only if US Airways don't shit on us again and raise the price.

US Airways, USPS, Royal Mail, don't you all know that there is a lot of money riding on this? please? have pity!

I really hope people read this, and comment, because I'm feeling alone, and as if hardly anyone else cares. I know you can't do anything to help, but, you know, just some sympathy, or something.

Oh, Kylara, I miss talking with you via AIM, we have some pretty interesting conversations sometimes, it's cool.