I seem to be battling the Pox pretty well.
I feel pretty reasonable today, my skin is starting to clear. I've worked out a bit and lost just under another 2lbs to add to the 'free' start of losing a stone in hospital.
I'm really keen to do something tangible to make me look and feel better. I've kept asking myself what the fuck is wrong with me and telling myself how vile I must be, but I need to kick that shit into touch now. There's nothing wrong with me. One of my friends said I just need to remember that I'm ace, I reckon that's about right.
Pass the head-from-ass extraction tools, nurse, this could be a lengthy procedure!
The house is very lonely tonight, my housemate's out and I'm feeling quite small and vulnerable in a way I'm not used to, but that's diminishing each day as the old tough-skin grows back.
I'm going to natter to friends for a bit, then read me some Stross, then get a good night's sleep.
Tomorrow, probably destroy the universe with hammers. Shall see how I feel.
Nanight, whores. XX
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