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.
Friday, 3 July 2020
Dire beats
After aquajogging, with Midget, we went for lunch before I had to head home for a plumber. My bathroom sink finally has a hot tap again after a whole lockdown of having to wash my hands in cold water.
Then last night while watching some terrible Netflix, Warrior Nun, my body started doing some weird diabetes symptomatic stuff. And this morning I had a fasting blood sugar higher than I have ever recorded, fasting or not.
My body is being a jerk.
How is it fair that it rewards exercise and sensibleness with a spike in diabetes?
So dumb.
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