huh. got postponed further and further back. and then he said i had been ok but we got into that endless discussion again why it officially only started 1 september when my last appraisal was composed in april and baaad because it did not take the summer into consideration. and thanks to my idiocy i had indeed given him one point i have to improve on - the fucking tuesday meeting. what i say there. even you know by now how i dread them and how fucked up i am after them. but. no. i will not write about them now.

goooood girl. yes. woelfe said nightie. i said pyjama.

oh, really, i had not noticed how much you love teh ebil. nor the sudden lenght of description that suddenly pop up. *sarc* although if you go on like this about weirdly lettered words, i might not read my copy of wraeththu after all *störrisch*