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desperanceWhen I tell you that the best thing about today was the 9am visit from the project manager and the architect, you will feel free to leap to your own conclusions about the rest of my day.
I have been very grown up, and filled in forms and made phone calls and everything. And put books into boxes, and sworn foully at inoffensive people when I realised just how badly I had fucked up, and like that.
I hate today.
Also I made an appointment with the doctor, to talk about the vast subterranean engines that I hear grinding away in the quiet times. (In case this makes you anxious, I should probably say that I suspect this is tinnitus rather than paranoia - but he's a fool who has himself for a physician, let alone the internets. And it's only been happening these last months, when I've been majorly stressed & anxious. So maybe it is paranoia. I don't know; I'm kind of hoping that my doctor might. Those engines bother me in the night, and in the Silence Room too. I haven't written a sodding thing today.)
I have been very grown up, and filled in forms and made phone calls and everything. And put books into boxes, and sworn foully at inoffensive people when I realised just how badly I had fucked up, and like that.
I hate today.
Also I made an appointment with the doctor, to talk about the vast subterranean engines that I hear grinding away in the quiet times. (In case this makes you anxious, I should probably say that I suspect this is tinnitus rather than paranoia - but he's a fool who has himself for a physician, let alone the internets. And it's only been happening these last months, when I've been majorly stressed & anxious. So maybe it is paranoia. I don't know; I'm kind of hoping that my doctor might. Those engines bother me in the night, and in the Silence Room too. I haven't written a sodding thing today.)