A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
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.
Sunday, 23 February 2020
Wasted weekend
Saturday I was still feeling pretty sore and blaming exercise, though was also coughing up some phlegm and breathing felt like there was a weight on my chest, which means it really isn't exercise's fault. My body is just being useless, possibly due to being sick with something transient rather than my regular chronic sickness. Though I did go for a walk and get a fancy sandwich from a street food place. That is almost like being a human.
Today I woke up super sore. Muscles screaming in pain for reasons nothing to do with the exercise I did. Either neurogenic something or just plain old seizure in my sleep. Whichever it was I could barely move my arms. So I have done nothing but watch some YouTube and far too much of Arrow, so that I was caught up for "Crisis of Infinite Earths". Which I have sorted finally.
Arrow may have the worst science of all of them, which is ridiculous as it is the least super power having. It is painful to watch.
At dinner, making instant noodles with veges, I went to put an egg in and realised I had two eggs from a pack expiring in early November and and unopened six pack expiring mid December. I tested them all and only two eggs sank, and only one sank properly enough to leave me confident it was good to eat. But the meal only needed one. So was all good......
I feel wasteful for letting stuff expire.
I say, while there is still cake my trans-sister made for my birthday in my fridge. It should be thrown out but I will probably leave it to get truly disgusting first......
I have been so lame and sick that I haven't even kept on top of doing the stupid minor daily tasks in Pokemon Sword. Too sick to play children's games. I am so lame.
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