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So I've been listening to (and laughing at) Danté's Inferno on radio 4 this afternoon. And I remembered this test...

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScore
Purgatory (Repending Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8 - The Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Moderate

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Quite surprised that I'm worse for violence than heresy and lust LOL
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So I am physically ill, again. I don't think it's anything serious but it is leaving me exhausted and yet insomniac, which is always a great combination.

I've also been under a bit of stress the last few days - entirely of my own making - which has pushed my never-particularly-stable mental state into full blown beat-myself-up mode. This means that the tiniest thing I get wrong feels like a disaster, and the smallest of my flaws feels like a reason I should be put to death to save the rest of the universe the embarrassment of having to put up with me.

I'm not able to do anything that involves leaving the house because of the physical illness (which makes me feel incredibly guilty and makes the mental problems worse), and because ofthe mental stuff I'm incapable of concentrating enough for books or games or even telly. I'm just about coping with Twitter (while starting the odd pointless argument).

I am posting this so that if I am unexpectedly grumpy or short with you, you know the reason. And I am turning comments off because, frankly, if I get the sort of comments I usually get on an entry like this they will only make me cry at the moment; I know I have people who love me, but right now I can't understand why they do when I'm such a useless piece of crap. This will probably pass. But until it does: apologies in advance if I say something bitchy or cruel or below the belt to you. It's not your fault.
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A lot of people have been retweeting their first tweet the last couple of days. I didn't bother with mine (mostly because it was the incredibly dull "signing up for twitter"), but I have been dragged into another exercise in nostalgia today. I'm writing a thing which involves me knowing when I did something, so inevitably, to find out, I trawled through my blog archives and found lots of stuff from back when I was a proper blogger and used to write actual posts on a regular basis...

So here, for your delectation, is a slew of landmarks in my personal journey of Lib Demmery:
It's vaguely worrying that I have been a Lib Dem for more than seven years now; if you'd have said to me (say) seven years and one month ago that by now my identity would be so wrapped up with the party* I'd have been completely disbelieving.

Any of you lot want to share any exciting landmarks - whether Lib Dem or not - with me?



*Day job is working for the party, volunteer time is taken up by chairing and doing various other things for the party, my three regular partners and various irregular ones are ALL members of the party... It really is quite scary -_-"
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Spike: Oh no! My ball has gone under the sofa! I can't reach it no matter how hard I try! And I'm trying REALLY hard! Just. Can't. Quite... Reach... Someone take pity on me! *sad puppy face* Human! Would you - COULD you - get my ball out from under the sofa for me?

* eventually one of us takes pity and retrieves the errant ball from under the sofa before he claws holes in the carpet trying to get it out himself *

Spike: I LOVE YOU, human! See how I toss my ball in the air for sheer joy! Right next to the sofa you just extracted it from beneath...

...

Spike: Oh no! My ball has gone under the sofa! *frantic clawing*

goto line 1.
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