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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.

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Friday, 10 January 2020

Not a date, probably

I have washed and left the house and bought a shitty Friends calendar because it was the only cheap calendar that I could find the right shape for my kitchen. It shall track my pills.

Now about to meet the guy from New Years.  Was for an afternoon coffee but then got pushed back to Friday evening and it seems he has planned stuff but I have been told nothing.
I hope that it has not morphed into a date, as I am not up for that yet. And don’t know what I think of the guy beyond being pretty certain there was no noteworthy chemistry.




He is very late. He did start texting apologies from only 6 minutes after he was due to arrrive, but this  is helpfully affirming the non-dateness of the situation.
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