...I am rather 'merry', having quaffed half a bottle of cava. Cheap date or what? Life has been an unending seesaw for years. One thing. After. Another. After a while it gets quite exhausting. It takes a lot of strength – at times – to maintain the status quo, the equilibrium.
S is away at the moment, well, a long moment: a week. I feel like getting absolutely plastered and writing my novel all night. But I can't do that because I have a sleep programme to adhere to.
I'm getting there, though. I am.
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