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Seems Dad finally got sick of my keyboard-bitching and told me explicitly to change back. Good thing! Then he complained that I hadn't done it before. When I pointed out the grief he'd given me each time I brought it up, he denied it like he always does. It frustrates me, but hell, I've changed back now!

I think that, somehow, I was subverting the signal. I know I have more magnetism in my body than usual from stuff we used to do in Physics with currents and stuff. It sounds spurious, but when I hit the keys with a pen instead of my fingers it worked perfectly. 100%. Weird.

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I'm glad everyone's happy at uni, anyway. I miss you all horribly. I kinda don't have any friends right now, or at least any I ever actually see. It was sort of brought home to me when I spent the last two days of work totally alone in the office (everyone else had gone to the Knitting and Stitching show) and then went home and sat by myself reading or something, and realised I hadn't had even a real meaningless conversation with anyone but my Dad for weeks. I think I'm turning into a hermit, which is not good, because when I'm like this all I have to fall back on are my obsessions and I get too absorbed in them, too immune to outside stimulation. It worries me.

If you're coming back home any time, please tell me in advance so we can maybe do something, because I don't want to drift away from all of you.