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2003-01-26 - 9:09 p.m. Well today was just like every other Sunday. Lazing around. I didn't get to sleep last night till really late like 4am or something, so I slept in till 12pm and felt really grotty. Dad brought me something to eat in bed and I watched a few episodes of friends before transferring my large ass to the sofa and drooling and snoozing on there watching some Poirot film. I feel like I am in limbo, waiting for the painters... and my stomach is really swollen and nasty feeling... I am suffering from low self esteem right now... I just feel... MINGING!!!!! I wonder whether Hollywood stars ever feel like this? Or do normal people feel like this? Is it an M.E. thing? Cos I really can't remember due to being ill so long. I feel fat, more fat than normal. I felt so tired and awful that I didn't manage to do cycling either to counteract the fatness. I finally finished filling in my form for the IT course and put it in an envelope, so dad is gonna post that tomorrow. Hmmmm... I just seem to spend most of my life filling in one form after another! I need to find out about finishing my Jobseekers claim... cos I dunno if I wrote about this, but I was trying to sign off last Wednesday, before my interview. BUT the woman at the Jobcentre would not let me and gave me this massive school-type lecture. Now I don't know what I am supposed to be on seeing as I have a job offer, but I won't be taking the post up till later on in February. So answers on a postcard please! I received a weird, not so nice email from a college friend today. It was going under the guise of being a nice, friendly email, but hidden throughout it were nasty backstabs to make me feel bad! I am still trying to work out what to write in return and have figured that I am gonna leave it a day or so, so that I don't write something I will regret. |
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