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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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Wednesday, 31 May 2023

Monday night I fell asleep early, with my glasses on in a lit room, face in my keyboard.  I guess first dose of the new meds hit hard.

Was not a fun way to wake up at almost actual getting up time.


Kind of pissed off that all my months of unpleasant weaning off of meds proved was that I didn't actually need to do it after all... (though, pseudo-ironically, weaning off was actually required to prove it wasn't).

Also, specialist did not care that I had.



Have been feeling run down since.  These new meds have an 8 week wean-on.  Could be a bit of a mission.  

Typing is fucking hard today, all the wrong words keep coming out and I hope my lax proofing is catching them all.

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