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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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Wednesday, 3 June 2020

Another day, another rage

Slept poorly because I was fever sleeping, and sweated so much while doing it that I woke up to a pillow that had turned very yellow in just the one night.

Spent the day mostly in bed reading until my trans sister turned up for a while in the afternoon.
While she was here I got another frustrating email from the university bureaucracy, leading me to call Student Health again and end up crying at the receptionist.  Like a winner.....
She said she would try and get someone to sort things for me, so as to get the crying middle aged man off the phone.  Now I guess I just watch my emails and see what comes of it.

Carla and Ian had me around for dinner and a little socialising afterwards, so I got to pretend at being a human for a while.

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