Dec 7

 I can barely write this today. My head is behind a wall of fog. I am exhausted. Worst its been. Shaky legs. Tremors.

Over some hours, tidied a little. Cleaned a little. Impossible. For the arrival of the new washing machine. It feels hilariously stupid. A new washing machine. Whilst I die on my ass.

I slumped on a chair whilst they did their thing. Dead.

Its done now. In and out. I can flop back into I dont know what.

Super rough.

I wonder if I pull out of this one. Is bad.

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