Claradoon wrote:
IsabellaLinton wrote:
- had a new floor installed in my utility room
- cleaned my kitchen and scrubbed the floor
- finished two chapters of my book
- paid bills for the month
- walked my dog
- made dinner for three hungry young men
- washed up the dishes
- read my diary from age 17 (it's worth a laugh, if not a few tears)
You're kidding? For my part, I
- drew the room divider across the messy kitchen
- watched Kurt Vonnegut explain plot curves
- ordered and ate disobedient delicious food
- rocked my cat
Your diary from age 17? How thick is that? Daily/yearly/random?
How come you waited till the 9th to pay your monthly bills? Have you no gumption?
My diary is one of those little ones with gilded edge paper and a key lock. I found it at my mother's house a couple of years ago, locked with no key. I cut the band open with scissors. There's about 30 pages of sporadic entries, although the pages are quite small. It's incredible how much I sound like myself now, with the same issues of feeling alienated. I didn't know I was autistic but it's "all there" in my own words.
I started my bills on the second but somehow got sidetracked and hadn't finished.
Not every day is productive for me, Claradoon. Many, many days are spent in my pyjamas being too tired, depressed, anxious or uninspired to do anything that needs done. I only got up and moving today because I had tradesmen doing the floor.
Hugs
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