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Jan 4th

Another nothing day.

Mainly spent the day taking tablets and babysitting which is ALWAYS fun. It feels like I am still on my Christmas holidays. I am not still on my Christmas holidays.

Someone's social media post has poked the paranoia bone in me. Probs nothing but I will still worry about it. That's me. I am a worrier. My brain works too hard but doesn't seem to achieve anything. I can feel steam coming out of my pipes.

Ate some fish fingers. Had some peas left so ate a pie. A dog and a duck are clapping.

No one is coughing for five minutes and the light and dark are balanced. The silence is too good.

Playing Infamous: First Light because it's like Spiderman which I have now sent back to Amazon because you can use them as a rental place if you get the timings right. It's ok. I think it's super short but I am still struggling to find my way to the end. Am desperate to like Tomb Raider but it's the worst of the recent 3 by quite some way. Don't know why apart from it controls like dog shit.

Listened to a bit of Splintered and AC Temple earlier and played a game where we attached each other with weapons. It was weird but fun. Am spectating on Smash Bros while I write this.

I may have said it before but I can't wait for things to get back to normal next week. Thank god Christmas is done and done. I really don't like it and I am made to feel like a monster because of this.

The Christmas tree is still up and it will either stay up forever and ever or it will be gone at the weekend.

Please let it be gone at the weekend.

Please.

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