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Just got home from a performance of Death of a Salesman. Feeling utterly emotionally destroyed as a result-enough so to try writing something, perhaps. Slight hitch in that ma petite soeur is sleeping on the sofa and le boyfriend is sleeping in the bedroom, so the only place I can do so is in la toilette. I may just have a bath instead.
Also, I deeply fail at this no dairy thing. Yesterday, I forgot that cream counted as dairy and put it in my coffee. Today, I nearly did the same with my tea. The temptation thing isn't helped by the fact that I accidentally bought vanilla-flavoured soy, which I don't much care for. Still, I am feeling significantly better. This weekend, I shall start phasing different types of dairy back into my diet to feel out which kind disagrees with me.
Also, I deeply fail at this no dairy thing. Yesterday, I forgot that cream counted as dairy and put it in my coffee. Today, I nearly did the same with my tea. The temptation thing isn't helped by the fact that I accidentally bought vanilla-flavoured soy, which I don't much care for. Still, I am feeling significantly better. This weekend, I shall start phasing different types of dairy back into my diet to feel out which kind disagrees with me.