It is Sunday. So far a haven't washed my hair, something that leaves me feeling a strange, pulsing guilt and I don't know why, I have failed to get my son's free lego from the bloody Mirror and I have had a parking space at Tesco's stolen fom me by a man in a jeep. I also face the fact that, although my newly grown nails look nice, I can not type properly with them. Also, the music on Metropolis is nice.
I have my aching stomach back, a great sence of loss at I don't know what, and I'm starving myself again.
I want to start something but I can't, so I'm cooking sausages instead.
Hello and happy Sunday.
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