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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.

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Wednesday, 30 September 2020

Punishment from within

A bunch of days of doing stuff and acting mostly like a human, even if I had to go to bed at lunch time yesterday and miss much of the snow day, so today my body has finally declared its rage at overspending of my spoons.

I can barely stand and am just shaking and wobbling.

I have the best life....

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