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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Tuesday, 17 December 2019

Had been planning out an entry in my head about home weird and ham-fisted Shitlord's old landlord was - to the point it almost seems like he wanted it to look like he was trying to fix things but really just trying to make me stay away.

But then this evening Shitlord sent me an invite to go to Star Works with the people from his work.  He claims it was the ticket bought for me, so either he avoided letting on to his workmates at all that he no longer needed two tickets or he was planning on taking someone else and I am a last minute replacement.

I seem to have agreed to go.  Partially as I had been drafting him a complaint that I never intended to send about how I had seen all the Disney Star Wars films with him and now he was forcing me to break the pattern on the 5th one.
Partially as I like a lot of his work friends.
Partially as I couldn't think of a reason not to beyond not being sure if I think he counts as a human.
Partially as I make bad choices.


Otherwise today was mostly uneventful.  I had an appointment with my doctor's office to have a nurse give me my Annual Diabetes Review - about 18 months after my last one.
All my test results were like they came from someone much healthier than I am, as they always do.
Only number on her list she could complain about was my weight so she lectured me on eating healthier for a while.

I should be more careful with my health, but I will still be chronically ill regardless, which makes it so much harder to justify the efforts.

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