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February 17th

Sad. Lonely and still ill.

Poor me.

Sometimes there are dozens of people around me and I feel like I am not there. Sometimes there are dozens of people around me an it is just too much. My head is too busy.

Put it all in a box.

Watched How to train your dragon 3. It was ok. Half watching The Wrestler. It's good innit. Going to seem Stan and Ollie with my dad later. That will be nice. I wonder how many more times I will be able to do things with my dad. Sadness.

I feel separate. That's a good word.

Playing Dark Souls again. Thats never a good sign.

It's quite nice out. It's like the end of summer in the middle of winter. The snow never arrived and maybe it never will. Sales of sledges are down.

Stop bringing me thangs that are bad for me. Bad food. Bad drink. I guess I don't actually have to consume it. A revelation.

It's the Oscars in a week. That used to be a thing. It's not really a thing any more.

Marisa Tomei is 55. Wow.

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