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I am just home from choir. So I am humming random scraps of parts. As you do. I did the coffee tonight - it is a thing that everybody is supposed to take a turn at but only half the people do, so they were running out, and I was first in the kitchen and I didn't know what to do! and then I didn't do much at all! but I did pour the coffee with the big kettle and that was quite entertaining.
Earlier I had an appointment with my Condition Management Practitioner and to an extent it was same old same old but she had quite a pragmatic way of putting things and I think I will certainly give it a good shot. Though her advice included not eating after six o'clock, which in practice - for the next week, at least - would mean only one meal per day, which, um, no. I do need to get a handle on my patterns, but starting the volunteer thing really ought to help with that, so, meh. Also only supposed to use my bedroom for sleeping, but, uh, I live in here. More or less like it is a room in halls. A couple of weeks I described myself as a principality in this house, after someone commented on me not knowing about a party until a week beforehand. Meh.
And I went to get my mysterious package that had to be signed for from the post office but that part closes at twelve and I was too late. Boo hiss.
Oh, currently free online - American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Which I haven't actually read, so I'll have to get round to that in the next couple of weeks.
Earlier I had an appointment with my Condition Management Practitioner and to an extent it was same old same old but she had quite a pragmatic way of putting things and I think I will certainly give it a good shot. Though her advice included not eating after six o'clock, which in practice - for the next week, at least - would mean only one meal per day, which, um, no. I do need to get a handle on my patterns, but starting the volunteer thing really ought to help with that, so, meh. Also only supposed to use my bedroom for sleeping, but, uh, I live in here. More or less like it is a room in halls. A couple of weeks I described myself as a principality in this house, after someone commented on me not knowing about a party until a week beforehand. Meh.
And I went to get my mysterious package that had to be signed for from the post office but that part closes at twelve and I was too late. Boo hiss.
Oh, currently free online - American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Which I haven't actually read, so I'll have to get round to that in the next couple of weeks.