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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, 12 July 2021

More PJs

 I have not washed or dressed today.  I am still dozing most of the time and a bit useless.

The day feature my dad dropping by to deliver some cake he had made.  More random bleeding.  Crying over my dinner because I had eaten my fries before my kebab and then was hungry enough to read half of it - and my brain is a traitor.  Not sure where it came from.  But considering I had a minor panic attack (something that has only happened a couple of times in my life and always for actual reasons - unlike tonight's) while trimming my toe nails, I think it is probably fair to say that my subconscious is taking advantage of my weakened state to troll on me.

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