Brain Fail

When I went to get the washing out the washing machine I found amongst my clothes a rather battered and shrivelled role of masking tape. Amazingly it still is rather sticky. How it got in among the wash is baffling perhaps something to do with my slightly erratic packing technique. I like to start off with everything categorised into different bags so it all makes sense and saves time unpacking. I am one of those annoying people in the supermarket that you see putting all their vegetables in one bag and dairy products in another. It gives me some crazy satisfaction like I am in fact some super efficient organised person and not someone who regularly runs out of milk, teabags and washing up liquid on a sunday afternoon after the shops are closed.

Inevitably when packing I always to end up with random objects at the end that don’t belong anywhere and just get shoved into miscellaneous bags. This is the only explanation that would explain masking tape in wash scenario.

I hate the weather in June

13:40pm I wake up. Why? Why has my body decided it needs more than 12hrs of sleep? Feel like giving up. I should become a recluse,  surrounded by cats. They who would only judge me on my ability to provide food and warmth rather than conciousness and productivity.  In a society that only judges your worth on what you do being disabled or sick makes you automatically uninteresting, only to be pitied never valued or celebrated. Except in some nauseating condecension when we actually achieve something of relative normality ‘Isn’t it amazing they can do that?’. Oh sod off.

First.

First Post. What have I done today? Nothing. My life is full of nothing, time spent doing nothing, going nowhere. We went to bed late last night me and my boyfriend. It was a good evening, we’d been to an old style cinema to watch a film. He loved it and I think I loved it more because he did. On the way home we bought random things – blue cheese, sweets, springs rolls, egg custards and yogurt. I was hungry as always. This morning he woke early and made tea but I fell asleep again. He made tea again before he left but I just slept and slept and slept. I got up for a while in the afternoon until the tiredness pulled me back under, I finally woke at 6pm. Another day has slipped away

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