Disclaimer

Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Friday, 5 March 1999

5 March 1999

I'm still feeling a tad crappy :o(. I think I might even stay home tonight (staying home on a friday is something I virtually never do now days. I don't think I have all year). I;m also slipping into a depressive phase, which doesn't help. I think I'll curl up in bed a listen to my Dusty Springfeild CDs (in tribute as she died a couple of days ago :(, and read some of the Mercedes Lackey book I'm reading ("The eagle and the nightingales").
The fact my mother is such a demon, that her mere existance is a mockery of all life doesn't help much either.
Bye for now. I'm off to be grumpy.
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