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Friday, 10 July 2020

Brains

I have lost a couple of nights sleep recently, lying awake unable to sort through the urge to message Shitlord for his upcoming birthday against the urge to never interact with him again.
Very strong contrary things are fighting it out inside my head.
And mostly it just frustrates me.

How am I supposed to unexpectedly die in my sleep if I'm not sleeping?

Otherwise, I have been up to little.

I had lunch with Oli before my stupid group on Wednesday.  Which may be the total of my human interaction for the week.

I finally got around to watching Fleabag, which I have had ready to go since Greer told me to watch it last year.  It is the best TV that I have seen in a very long time.

I am reading a John Green novel and getting annoyed by his writing sounding a bit too much like he talks in his vlogs.  I only really watch vlogbrothers for Hank.

And I suspect I may have been low-key spiralling for a while now, as I realise I have been avoiding people for a while without having really thought about it.   That and the slight disappointment at not having died in my sleep.

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