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[rebness]

Somebody in the house has removed the scales. This makes me sad. I can't obsessively check my weight every five minutes. (Methinks it was Adam-- he got very tetchy when they told him he was 13 stone one moment, 16 stone 3 the next.)

Still, he did tell me that I've lost "pure loads" of weight from my back (what the hell did it look like before, I wonder? Quasimodo?) and filled me with glee. Hell, if a nineteen-year-old brother compliments you on weight loss, you know you're getting there.

There were gales last night, oh my. There still are, so I couldn't be bothered doing much, even going online. Watched Big Brother, danced about when Evil Lisa was evicted, then watched psycho-stalker film He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not with Audrey Tatou.

Waah. Amelie is ruined forever.