Image - webcam photo of me in my fluffy blue dressing gown* looking happy and tired. Also my hair is pushed off my face and standing upright.
So Zoe came down on the train and we looked through a few op shops (I bought a $4 red skirt) then had lunch at the beach with Miffy. I am le tired! I need more of my friends to just move down here. Ok?! Conversely I could try making new friends but that’s a bit challenging for me. **
Anyway, the upshot of all of this is that it was a nice day. Horah!
* I couldn’t remember the words “dressing gown” today, amongst many other words. Why is my brain forgetting words more and more lately? It’s really frustrating.
** Don’t worry trolls, I’m undergoing therapy for it and all the other PTSD bullshit I have to deal with. I’m vacillating between feeling good about having a nice psychiatrist who is helping me and feeling really pissed off about having to pay for therapy that the people who fucked me up should pay for. SDFKSDFSFFSGAKSDL.