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desperance...but gods, that was hard. Like ploughing clay. It's supposed to be easy now, a hectic sprint for the line, not this endless plodging through sucking mud'n'stuff. Stuff I dare not look too closely at.
I had a flu jab this morning, but that's not supposed to make me feel like this. They told me that, explicitly; I checked.
What else? I am tired of this book; and tired of having to live like a neat & orderly person, whose every casual straying from that path results in a cat eating stuff they're not supposed to eat; and, apparently, tired of being by myself with only the cats to talk to. I'm going out. To a party. This too is unexpected, but I'm going. See me go.
I had a flu jab this morning, but that's not supposed to make me feel like this. They told me that, explicitly; I checked.
What else? I am tired of this book; and tired of having to live like a neat & orderly person, whose every casual straying from that path results in a cat eating stuff they're not supposed to eat; and, apparently, tired of being by myself with only the cats to talk to. I'm going out. To a party. This too is unexpected, but I'm going. See me go.