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Dear Internet,
I saw Waiting for Godot. It was good.
I am also ill. Please do not take it personal if I am grumpy at you: The ill has stolen my usual kindly demeanor and replaced it with hate.
Going to London tomorrow for Papa G's birthday. Back in a week maybe?
I want pretty dresses and shoes. Tempted to walk up St. Benedicts on my way to the station so I can pop into the vintage dress shops and try on all the dresses. But this will lead to me wanting all the dresses and being sad. Or not fitting into any of the dresses and being double plus sad while still maybe wanting them a bit. Stupid people from the past and their tiny waists.
I have very little gaming capabilities with me currently, but am too ill to lie down, making sleep difficult. I may resort to flash games on Intertrucks. At least until I become too ill to look at stuff.
Mayhaps I shall reinstall the dreaded MSN. Mayhaps.
Bad day.
I saw Waiting for Godot. It was good.
I am also ill. Please do not take it personal if I am grumpy at you: The ill has stolen my usual kindly demeanor and replaced it with hate.
Going to London tomorrow for Papa G's birthday. Back in a week maybe?
I want pretty dresses and shoes. Tempted to walk up St. Benedicts on my way to the station so I can pop into the vintage dress shops and try on all the dresses. But this will lead to me wanting all the dresses and being sad. Or not fitting into any of the dresses and being double plus sad while still maybe wanting them a bit. Stupid people from the past and their tiny waists.
I have very little gaming capabilities with me currently, but am too ill to lie down, making sleep difficult. I may resort to flash games on Intertrucks. At least until I become too ill to look at stuff.
Mayhaps I shall reinstall the dreaded MSN. Mayhaps.
Bad day.