annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary
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Not for the squeamish
This would have been a bit of a more upbeat entry if I hadn't just now taken my teeth out and put them down somewhere. I don't even know where I put them, I don't really remember taking them out, but when I went to get a drink of water, there was half of the plate lying on the kitchen floor, all jagged edged and awful and dog chewed and irreparable. Honestly, it's going to cost me £250 for a new set - those can't be fucking mended, can they?
And I've been not buying coffee out as I can't afford it - I have literally no money in my account , right up to the overdraft limit - I'll have to try and borrow it from my sister, awful as I won't be able to pay it back. Maybe I should try and crowd fund it (not). The old set are so loose and floppy, it's been brilliant not having them slurping around in my mouth.
Apart from that, yeah yeah, writing groups, all good, lots of stuff from Ligia's postcards - weird Meatloaf themed piece in response to the golden statue figure in Berlin, a call girl getting ready to sit in her window in Amsterdam and an Abbess describing her day in the nunnery, inspired by a stained glass window. Today's group wrote about the Hopper painting Nighthawks.
I don't know where to put stuff - more and more comes in and there's not a surface to be seen, they're all buried under mountains of crap. Where did I even put my teeth where the dog got them?
Stormy again:
There's more but I'm too pissed off to remember what
Laters xx
12:08 a.m. - 30.11.18
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