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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, 1 May 2020

Laziness wins

Too lazy today to achieve anything.  So I missed the window where withdrawing from uni was easy.

I got my delicious dinner from Shitlord's work, and it was delivered by a front of house staffer who didn't know me (which was a relief).  Shank was very good, though the takeout version had significantly less veggies than they did onsite.
Cheesecake was disappointing and didn't agree with me.  Which may be why my bathroom smells distinctly of lamb shanks, though I also seem to be having an attack of.... I think my old GP called it hyperosmia... where my nose and brain decide between them that smells are much. much stronger than they actually are.  Because everything smells so much just now.
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