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Saturday, 21 November 2020

I hurt myself a bunch

I should have less than 1/64th of the radioactive compound left by now.

But my day has been one of accidentally injuring myself.  Just getting a drink led to painfully stubbing a finger and then slicing my hand open on the corner of a plastic bag.  Because that isn't embarrassing.

It is not a day when I am successfully humaning.

There are several band-aids on several unrelated places where I was bleeding.


It may be the lack of sleep.  It has been quite a while since I have managed a night's sleep.  It has been all short interrupted bursts.

Unhelpful brain.


If the 90ish km/h winds eased back, that might help.


And I have done nothing today but listen to the audiobook of Rachel Bloom's book.

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