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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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Friday, 9 June 2023

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRghkK

I moved home on Wednesday, ahead of Simon and Joe’s return so they couldn’t give me their imported COVID.  or, maybe more importantly, so Simon wouldn’t have to worry that he might.

My flat was very cold, but otherwise fine.

Was nice to get back to my own bed, even if I had forgotten how noisy and smelly my apartment complex is.


Yesterday I was a bit exhausted and did nothing but watch YouTube and entertain Oli for a little while when he dropped by during his lunch break for a catch up.


Today, I broke my gold crown off somehow.  I need my 3,6 or I will have no chewing power on the left. I am running rather low on teeth.  It is a problem.

And the tooth going has left me drowning in a sense of powerlessness, because that is a helpful response for my brain to saddle me with.

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