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Today was the universe really testing me being off the happy pills. I’m giving myself a D minus, seeing as I’m ending this day in a quite tearful state.

Man you should see me. Beanie, dressing gown, ugg-boots, puffy eyes, Friday night and all. Some poor pizza boy just got an eyeful. Apparently there was a pizza ordered from my address. No, not me, and I’m the only one here. But it says your address. But I didn’t order a pizza. But is this your address. Yes and I didn’t order a pizza do I look like I ordered a pizza I didn’t order a pizza. All this said with a puffy tear-stained face, in my gown and beanie. Hooray for me.

I turned down two requests to go out because I had two other things planned, which I’m also hiding from, because I really can’t be arsed tonight. Simple truth.

Don’t even have it in me to construct the blog I had planned for tonight. It can wait til the mood is right.

Don’t even have it in me to explain why I’m sad. That can wait too.

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So, for today’s instalment of bad day/good day:

Bad:

• Second day in a row of having more work to do than can handle.
• Found out boy will be away for a lot longer now, then have to go away again.

Good:

• I saw a willy wagtail drink out of a puddle
• I pigged out on dark chocolate clinkers.