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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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Monday, 11 May 2020

Fuzzy and weak

Another day of achieving nothing.  I have less than an introduction toward the essay I have to finish tomorrow and no idea where I am going with it.
But so weak, having barely been able to lift my arms all day.  Everything hurts and is made of fatigue.

I forget how much of a sick person I am until all it takes is a minor cold to push me into being utterly useless.
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