I have been feeling rather brutalised by things today. Overwhelmed by everything and nothing.
I am still rigid with fury about the news and have stress eaten all evening, watched crap television and now have a huge headache.
I have nothing particularly positive to say.
I nearly didn’t write this, because I just felt, probably for the first time since all this started, that everything was a bit futile.
It isn’t, I’m sure, but that’s how I feel today. And then I thought I should write that down because who wants to read a diary that has been edited, even if it’s by omission?
The sun still shone, I made top notch ramen with the beef left over from yesterday’s roast, and put perfect, soft boiled eggs in it. I went for a nice walk. I caught a lot of Pokemon. Nothing terrible happened to people I love. I found a cake that my brother bought me that I had put in the freezer because on the day it arrived, I had been given cake by a lot of other people. I’d forgotten all about my brother’s cake and it was really exciting to find it. My irises started blooming.
I’m going to quit while I’m ahead. Tomorrow is another day.