So after hours of lying awake I got up once I could hear the workers outside, meaning it was past 0700. Then pottered uncomfortably until it was time to head to group therapy. For which I still failed to do the homework. And because I was running later than I liked I had to walk past Shitlord's flat.
Group was weird and unfun and I got cornered into crying in front of people.
After group I failed to supermarket usefully, only buying almond milk so got home to order deliveries for dinner. So successful at being a human....
Wednesday morning I woke early again for no f-ing reason. So far as I can tell purely as a result of a dream that was super vivid when I woke but quickly vanished entirely. I didn't do much, was just killing time before evening plans, but at lunch time they were cancelled. Fortunately Carla turned up to offer me a ride to the supermarket as an excuse for her to get some vent on. So I got to interact and pretend that I was useful for something. Ever.
Today, my first intentional early rise, so I could be up and ready to go see my counsellor so he could follow up on how the group thing is going.
He really doesn't trust me to not harm myself.
But he is easy to talk to, even if it mostly just ends up pretty random.
Then when to clubs day where I signed up the Roleplayers and a couple of other things just so the groups would have my student ID to count toward their needing members for things. Also signed up as a homo in the pretence that I am actually going to make an attempt to make queer friends and not just avoid all gays forever because Shitlord.....
Then I had noodles for lunch with Oli, which is always nice before pottering home and zoning out for most of the rest of the day. I did get home to a parcel of op shop candles and a range of weird Asian grocery instant noodles from Alana. That was nice. Though the unused bride and groom chess pieces candles feel like they must have a story behind them. Maybe trying to get back in to writing could be kick started by looking at op shops for things that must have sad backstories.
Otherwise I don't really know where my day went.
And I have a tiny spot on my left forearm, which may have been a hair follicle. It is now a tiny but extremely itchy hole.
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