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.
Thursday, 25 June 2020
Doing the collection, finally
Finally felt non-shaky enough. Also the discomfort about doing it again has me not drinking enough.
I don't remember my Monday at all. Though I am pretty certain I didn't go anywhere. I think I slept in on purpose to avoid the 9am scheduled power cut.
Tuesday, I ran some errands now that I have confirmed I can get the bit of inheritance that my grandmother left me without angering WINZ. So I can do everting legit and official like. I will still be poor - but will maybe to able to sort getting a dental implant so I can look like a human again. (Turns out I still have a ball of hurt about the way a friend explained how his partner needed an implant for a gap further back but that I didn't for my actually visible gap - which to my mind felt a lot like being told I was too ugly to bother.)
Yesterday I started an anxiety management group. The younger sibling of one of my friends is in the group, which makes it even more awkward and uncomfortable than expected.
I do not approve.
Then last night I went for dinner with Carla and Ian. So much chicken and garlic. And some nice adult conversating with very efforts.
Yes, I just used conversating like it was a word - because I am a monster.
Today has been sleepiness and peeing in a bottle.
I think I will unlock this thing and see if Turkmenistani weirdos still have bots set up to flood my stats (and probably use my information for crime).
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