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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, 8 February 2021

I am bad to me.

So, after feeling a bit awful I got into an anxiety spiral about not doing enough toward the move.

In response to this, I declared war on my shitty old chest of drawers.


It has been annoying me for years with its peeling surface, broken runners and awful degrading chipboard glue smell.  So I boxed up all my stinking-of-old-glue clothes and moved the chest of drawers down to the skip.  Myself.  When my body was already angry at me.

This was a terribad plan.

I am going to be in SO much pain tomorrow.

Like, seven pain.

I am already having trouble lifting my arms, and my legs are all wobbly jelly. 


I also got a copy of everything off my thesis computer before throwing it in the skip.  It does mean that it has my thesis and my The Sims: Making Magic game on it still, as it sits in a skip waiting to be looted.  Someone may steal my thesis.  I hope it does them good.

I am pretty sure there is no information I shouldn't share on it.  Maybe the English Departments details from 2007.  And I mostly don't care.

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