8pm - Friday evening
.... (muffled tone) 'Charlotte, what do you want to eat?' ...'don't know...' she grunts, 'leave me alone..'
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My head 88|
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1.30am - Friday night
"...my ex is here, his car has just screeched to a halt and is now reversing at break neck speed to just outside the house... I come out of the house.... (~ what's that noise? ~) no, he's found a way into the house... I come out of the bedroom, D comes in too.... 'Who's he?' demands ex, 'A housemate that's all'...."
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My feelings U-(
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3pm - Saturday afternoon - having just got up
'How are you Charlotte'
'B@gger off and leave me alone' thinks me
'Fine thanks, a bit ill' says me
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Like this ill XX(
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7pm - Saturday evening
'A BBQ? Tonight? Outside?' says me
'Yep. Forgot to tell you, sorry' says D
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Noooo 8|
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8pm - Saturday evening
I grab a lemsip sniffing and spluttering to make clear to all that I am infectious and must be left alone.
'i have a fleece you could borrow'
'Thanks, but I've got a jacket' I just about grin gratefully
'It's really warm, are you sure?'
'YES, now eff off you do-gooding two-shoed grrrrr and leave me ALONE' Thinks me
'Yes, I'm sure , thanks' says me
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>:-[
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:'(

Well what the above is about is an ill, bad-tempered, high-temperatured female - which I can assure you is a very toxic and bad combination, for most normal females anyway. It includes being v v v v grumpy and having thoughts and dreams melt together (the ex bit). Suffice to say I have been ill. I still am ill. I still need sleep. But strangely feeling better for having eaten a hot chilli con carne. It's like the peppers have made me think a bit clearer.

It's 4pm :yawn: Think I'll hit the sack again :wave: