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17th November


Different day.

Same people. Just less of them. That somehow makes it better.

So tired. Coughing coughing coughing. Keeping me awake all night. Making me feel like I am on a car journey down twisty roads.

I worry not for your health but for the fact I may not be able to go to the cinema. What is wrong with me?

An interesting discussion on if gender reassignment changes your sexuality. Who knows? I should look it up. Be a little bit less ignorant.

Aside from that nothing to report. Something wet is leaking from me. I don't know what it is but think it might be little spots of blood. It seems clear. I should go to the Doctor but I know they will just fob me off and nothing will get better.

It get's dark so early. I slept for a little while. I don't know how long. It might have been five minutes.

It's cold and its miserable. I am miserable and cold. I am turning into a reptile.

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