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It's sunny out and who ever isn't stalking those on motorcycles or leering at the sight of offspring clinging to people this lambing season - I give you some humour - an appetizer to a baby feast I shall one day be holding.
I managed to iron out my financial worries. As did some other people. Luckily everything went in my favour today, though in the unlikeliest way. I walked the fuck all over though. Now I want to drink myself into a higher consciousness, though I realise there is no such thing. Not without a trip to the hospital.
I have this feeling like I am giving up so much here, as sessile as I am - And heading off to be someone's bitch may eat my soul a bit. I am glad I am starting to worry. It's weird.