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.






Click Here for the old site, as backed up by Wayback Machine (I have gone with the 2007 version as it is the latest that is still before vodafone crunched a bunch of my files)

Sunday, 27 December 2020

St John the Apostle's

On the 23rd I had a friend drop by to return a DVD (Dr Horrible) and ended up chatting for over four hours.  It was a nice use of the day where I otherwise did nothing but play some FF12 and feel too tired and weak to do anything.

Then Thursday came.  Christmas Eve.  And I was feeling even more of the tired and weak and didn't even managed to put on pants all day.

Friday.  I got up early and was watching Star Trek when I had to go downstairs for carols organised by one of my neighbours.  Then washing, dressing properly, and going to Equinox (an Indian restaurant in the Forbury Racecourse) for the big Christmas lunch.  Buffet, while my mother and her partner bitterly sniped at each other non-stop.  Such fun....

The meal was decent, but weird.  And the venue full of people, mostly older people but some young families too - including someone who was a quizmaster at the casino back when that was still a thing.

Then to my mothers for a little while to exchange gifts (got a pleasantly small amount of stuff - I usually end up with a bunch of stuff I don't really want but this year she kept things minimal).

Then I came home before tea time on Christmas day and I have not left my flat since.

Boxing Day, I watched some Netflix and played some FF12.

Today I was too exhausted to even play games, because my body is dumb.  So was just watching stuff and dozing.  Made the stupid mistake of starting into my Christmas lollies and quickly ate enough sugar that I now have dry mouth and very regular trips to the bathroom.  It had not occurred to me that a single binge could trigger acute diabetes symptoms.  But I did it.  Like a champion.

And I have watched too many things with Pedro Pascal and not loved any.  He should stick to being Mando and leave movies alone.....

No comments:

Post a Comment