UGH UGH UGH (I know I'm ill and stuff but I am really fucking tempted just to get drunk)
Gym: I am never getting near the Smith machine ever again no matter how early I drag myself out of bed (sleep patterns still wanked, brain still thinks 1am-4am is for BEING AWAKE FOR NO REASON), crunch coughing fits, totally owned by bicep fucking curls but otoh tried a new thing (hip adduction) and it's a piece of of piss. Maybe I'll just do that until my crotch has muscles.
Editing: my fucking Surface Pro is being a pissbaby about ever charging. Solutions to the problem just drained more battery power. After emailing whatever edits I could to myself, I found the following on my other computer -
+ microsoft office not validated
+ microsoft office won't let me sign in with my microsoft id online because "gmail.com doesn't real"
+ finally open document for editing: it has saved LITERALLY NONE OF MY EDITS from today! NONE! 100% NOT SAVED ANY OF THEM despite regularly fucking saving! Thanks.
+ plans for going and enjoying the sunshine in Holland Park while working on book outline a bit therefore stymied by not being able to fucking do the fucking editing (and also by the sunshine disappearing).
despite breaking rank on calories yesterday due to illness (which is hilarious because i have no fucking appetite) i am once again IDIOTICALLY HUNGRY.
and it's st fucking padraig's fucking day and i live upstairs from an irish pub which is boisterous on the best of fridays...
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