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August is about to end. I’m still here. Yes! Managed to hang on. Still here. I haven’t written here for years. I think I started a Wordpress and abandoned this somehow, plus I’ve taken to jour...

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Listening to Vivaldi and hoping he would rid me of this headache. Dull throbbings, those little sweet aches that just get worse when you pay attention to them. My brain hurts. I think I’ve been r...

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It’s been almost a year since my last entry. Heh. Yep. Still alive. I managed to cling on, at least. Gained a few pounds. Became a little wiser and a little less crazy/depressed/morose/whatever i...

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So I’ve been back to work for a week now. And I can feel my dear old anxiety crawling along my skin in its dear old ways. Sometimes I manage to put it at the back of my mind, but still, just the ...

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I always wondered why they keep saying turning 30 is some sort of inevitable crisis. I had never been concerned with ageing, I have always felt old, I have always felt I was born in the wrong cen...

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I hate the heat. It’s everywhere. It’s like I have a second skin. Today I cut my finger around the rim of a sausage’s tin can. I wanted to recycle it. I usually scatter them around my flat to use...

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… because I have been smoking non stop. Because I’ve binge watched seven seasons of Mad Men. And I am on my third Ayn Rand book (page 1012 of Atlas Shrugged). And if you’re a fan of either you wi...

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There is a baby crying in the flat two doors and a corridor away from mine. I suppose their door is open, maybe to let the summer heat out or to invite some cool air in. Or maybe just to let the ...

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Life has been a giant hourglass these past few weeks. I just turn it over whenever I wake up. It shocked me a bit to see it was already Tuesday. What happened to the weekend? I’m just trying to ...

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