annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary
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Day 199
I'd like to be able to come here and say that now I've got rid of the fracture boot, I'm feeling all light-hearted and full of joie de vivre, but I'm not. I can't be arsed with anything. Maybe part of it is getting the house sorted out a bit but still not wanting to really have anything to do with Bloke, nor he with me, and it feels like a prison sentence, for the crime of being stupid, or optimistic or fucked up or low self-esteem, or whatever it was that made me think moving in with him was a good idea. He's just done the loudest fart. Awful.
I did mange to get myself to Tuesday art group which was OK. We did Georgia O'Keeffe poppies, harder than I thought. After a quick walk on the beach with the dog I had a zoom poetry writing session but couldn't stay focused at all. I managed about 45 minutes then realised it was making me feel terrible to not be able to think so I left. Here's my poppies:
9:48 p.m. - 29.09.20
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