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Great dreams! Had lunch with Queen Elizabeth and the Prince Phillip. They lived in my grandpas old house, above the tobacconist. For some reason, we all went to bed after lunch. The Queen found my weighted blanket annoying. I was falling out of the bed. “Uh, your majesty - I don’t have enough room!” She laughed.
Up early. Nice hot shower. Fuck it’s cold lately. Grateful: slipping on nice soft and fluffy thick socks. Realised that this particular batch of socks are great during the day - but they’re too cosy and warm to wear to bed. I like the socks I wear to bed to have a bit of mongrel in them. I should start fuckin starching seven pairs of gnarly, tough-as-boots, wiry, cheap-ass socks to wear to bed through the week.
One remembers [REDACTED] in primary school, explaining to one that he wears his socks inside-out because that fabric is smoother on the outside of the sock than the inside - so, flatter against the skin. Fair dues! Out of the mouths of babes. Good guy. Loaned me the first Beatles CD I ever listened to. Blue album. Core memory of listening to that in the bath at gran’s - with the spa kit going. Take me back!
Did a breathing exercise. I am no longer mentally ill.
Starting to think about a podcast episode about my relationship breakup of several years ago. It’s kind of one of the only proper life events I’ve had, really. Seminal in no more ways than one. Breakup, ambiguous loss, grief, heartache - these things have all become big interests to me. Maybe I could tell an interesting and worthwhile story about that episode of my life in an episode of the podcast. Could be interesting.
Work. Fucked. I cannae believe that I made it through the whole day. I just feel horrible every time I say or don’t say or do or don’t do anything there these days. Everything little thing seems to rub someone else the wrong way now. I showed incredible resilience and grit to stick with it for the whole day. I couldn’t go on; I went on.
Beer. Snacks. Play with the dog. Playing with my phone. Listening to Van. Day off tomorrow. Didn’t eat so well today. Hope I fall to sleep very easily. Ugh.
M: 3. E: 3.
😆😔😳😭😮💨
Fruit: mandarin orange
Grateful: comfy socks
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By Luke Hand
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Great dreams! Had lunch with Queen Elizabeth and the Prince Phillip. They lived in my grandpas old house, above the tobacconist. For some reason, we all went to bed after lunch. The Queen found my weighted blanket annoying. I was falling out of the bed. “Uh, your majesty - I don’t have enough room!” She laughed.
Up early. Nice hot shower. Fuck it’s cold lately. Grateful: slipping on nice soft and fluffy thick socks. Realised that this particular batch of socks are great during the day - but they’re too cosy and warm to wear to bed. I like the socks I wear to bed to have a bit of mongrel in them. I should start fuckin starching seven pairs of gnarly, tough-as-boots, wiry, cheap-ass socks to wear to bed through the week.
One remembers [REDACTED] in primary school, explaining to one that he wears his socks inside-out because that fabric is smoother on the outside of the sock than the inside - so, flatter against the skin. Fair dues! Out of the mouths of babes. Good guy. Loaned me the first Beatles CD I ever listened to. Blue album. Core memory of listening to that in the bath at gran’s - with the spa kit going. Take me back!
Did a breathing exercise. I am no longer mentally ill.
Starting to think about a podcast episode about my relationship breakup of several years ago. It’s kind of one of the only proper life events I’ve had, really. Seminal in no more ways than one. Breakup, ambiguous loss, grief, heartache - these things have all become big interests to me. Maybe I could tell an interesting and worthwhile story about that episode of my life in an episode of the podcast. Could be interesting.
Work. Fucked. I cannae believe that I made it through the whole day. I just feel horrible every time I say or don’t say or do or don’t do anything there these days. Everything little thing seems to rub someone else the wrong way now. I showed incredible resilience and grit to stick with it for the whole day. I couldn’t go on; I went on.
Beer. Snacks. Play with the dog. Playing with my phone. Listening to Van. Day off tomorrow. Didn’t eat so well today. Hope I fall to sleep very easily. Ugh.
M: 3. E: 3.
😆😔😳😭😮💨
Fruit: mandarin orange
Grateful: comfy socks