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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.

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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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Saturday, 27 December 2025

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So in the past week, three actually good, pretty queer, TV shows have completed their first seasons.  I had forgotten in the years since the actual play just how gay The Mighty Nein was, but am glad not only that the adaptation is very well done but that they kept it up.  Pluribus was just a very good bit of speculative fiction.  And I think that Heated Rivalry managed to improve on the book by editing out the unnecessary.

 

Otherwise, meds change is kicking my arse.  It has been a bit over a week now and is still completely taking me out.  I have never done recreational drugs, but this is what I assume being stoned is like - though I assume being stoned must be a more fun version of it or no-one would do it.

 

I spent Christmas day with Midget and her family.  Her daughter, my goddaughter, is 11.  I am so used to seeing her in public where she is fairly proper and so well behaved she makes me feel like I am not up to standard.  An afternoon of her in her home environment reminded me just how 11 she is.

 

Back to dozing and achieving nothing.  Stupid med change being awful. 

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