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28th November

So skipped a day. Just forgot. Sorry.

There is nothing to say anyhow. Nothing happened. It rained an awful lot. So much I thought I was going to have to build a boat. No animals came.

Sitting around to the extent that my back is hurting and I am walking like a hunchback. There is no point me being here. I should have just gone to work.

Sitting around talking to people I don't know and who definitely don't know me is how I pass the time. They are talking about court cases. How ironic. I don't go to these placed to talk about court cases.

Can't find the energy to find someone to fix my roof. I think I am just going to watch it collapse. Maybe it will fall on my head. Maybe I will be buried.

I think I need some chocolate.

Listening to other different people talking about talking. It is somewhat interesting. I need to read something interesting. I need to find a story that is not mine to lose myself in. I need to live someone else's adventure.

Hopefully it's not date. date now.

Hopefully that is fixed so I won't attach meaning to any of this.

There is no meaning.

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