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I was going to write and say I’m being a grumpy little darling today, but that’s not the case anymore. Having read a couple of peoples entries I’ve calmed down from what was causing my head to explode and I don’t really know what my problem was. Making sense? Good.

Why doesn’t your own life seem interesting when you write about it? All I seem to do is eat, work and sleep and I’m fed up with writing how my day at work went. I know exactly how it went, it’s not something I need to remind myself about. I don’t need to have memories. Yet others seem to do so much more, so much you feel you are missing out on. Grr.

*sigh*

I think I’m going to go take a shower, wrap up warm (I’m freezing!) and have a little think and talk with myself. I feel like I’m heading in a downward spiral again.