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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.

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.






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Monday, 1 February 2021

Did you know there is a 5.30 in the morning too?

Muscle cramps lead to being up very early, to the point I gave up on getting back to sleep and was playing on the internet before 6am.

I guess I shouldn't have skipped my berocca yesterday, those B vitamins and magnesium may be important.

Have to head out soon for breakfast with my cousin.  Loading up the last of my spare minifigs from when I bought that box of them, as gifts for my cousin's hellspawn, I realised how much my parents broke my interaction with gifting.  The frequency that my interaction with children involve giving them stuff out of a base assumption that I only have worth as a person to friends/family with kids if I am entertaining their kids with stuff.  I may have issues.  Not sure if they are just straight out hand-me-downs from my dad, who behaves in a similar manner, though I can say if it is for similar reasons, or if it is a reaction to or against my mother's much more 'gift theory' approach to gifting.

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