After spending the entirely on Friday in my PJs and filth, on Saturday I showered while it was still morning before going to lunch with Carla, Ian and their spawn. And then we all went to the Brick show at the Edgar Centre for some perving at Lego. And maybe some accidental flirting with Lego dad's whose teenage sons were deeply embarrassed.
Then after dinner and bad TV at home I went to Carla's birthday party - where I mostly just ranted about Shitlord. I have still resisted the urge to engage with his last message from Wednesday. Resisting it hurts, but not as much as every reply I considered would have.
Not so much else to say for myself. I should try doing the washing and dressing and leaving the house thing again today, but I might not.
And my beard is seriously falling out.
Must be pulling on it too much with all the anxiety of recent weeks.
It is more sparse and patchy than usual.
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