Grotty. Everything is a mess. Too much work to do. Feeling ill and have no energy. I hate being ill. If I stop, it feels as if the world - my little world by the way not the big one - falls apart. And if I do go to bed I'll just have Bert jumping all over me. Nothing works today. It all sucks...
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