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Yesterday went into town to get some soy milk, neither of the local general stores stock it so it's always off down to Sainsbugger's for it. Whilst there picked up a tray of mushrooms for 30p and 1kg of dead cow for £2.50. So, a worthwhile trip. On the way there though, got verbal off a clone yoof (trackie top and bottoms and ball cap) for being a Goth. If it is not one thing it's another. Just to make up for it though I did get asked by a teen girl where I got the skirt (eBay) and matching top (Chester), and she seemed genuinely interested.
On the way back I stopped to chat to friends in the pub for a bit. Whilst I was there, it was like someone just flipped a switch and I went from feeling pretty good to totally fatigued and achy. At which point I made my excuses and left. The rest of the evening was a washout as I pretty much dozed on and off through a rewatch of the BSG miniseries.
When I curled up to sleep, went out like a light and slept through for 10 hours. Still aching and feeling exhausted.
Alice.
On the way back I stopped to chat to friends in the pub for a bit. Whilst I was there, it was like someone just flipped a switch and I went from feeling pretty good to totally fatigued and achy. At which point I made my excuses and left. The rest of the evening was a washout as I pretty much dozed on and off through a rewatch of the BSG miniseries.
When I curled up to sleep, went out like a light and slept through for 10 hours. Still aching and feeling exhausted.
Alice.
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