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Sunday, 7 June 2020

Continuing in flux

On Friday I left the house for a non-doctors appointment reason.
Which is not something that has happened much.

I got a scone and hot chocolate with Susan, at the cafe nearest to my house (which I had never been to before).  Is very hipster but otherwise not bad.
While there I got a reply from student health.  That got my counsellor to call me to pass on the message that I would have to go to my usual GP instead, even though the entirely of what I need the medical certificate was handled by student health and student health alone.

It is very frustrating.

Saturday..... I didn't do anything.  I played a bit of some computer games I am not sure I was enjoying and that was pretty much it.
And had a brief chat to my dad when he dropped around because he was going to pak'n'save and thought he'd check I was alive on the way.

Today I have achieved even less.  I got up planning to watching some Netflix - it was dinnertime when I realised I still hadn't turned my TV on.  And the worse thing is, so far as I can tell, all I had done was play some Terraria.  It is a time thief of a game.

Then I made my whole house damp by steaming vegetables for dinner.  My kitchen windows were as open as they get, but the cold and the bad ventilation of my flat meant it was just fog inside.  Brussel sprouts and broccoli scented fog.

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