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• Wake up at 3am.


• Play violin viola.


• Laugh over how EVERYTHING I DO seems to cement my theory that I am actually a dumb Sherlock Holmes.


• Decide to clean room.


• Take some trash out and step in cat puke.


• Get something like 6 loads of laundry ready.


• Don't judge me, I just wear all the clothes I own and then do huge amounts of laundry like once every few months.


• Find these grey trousers that used to be my fat pants. Sob over how they're a size 5.


• Take a load of laundry out to the washer.


• Step in cat puke.


• Do the dishes while waiting for the washer to fill up.


• Put in clothes.


• Finish cleaning the kitchen.


• Go back to my room to keep cleaning. Step in cat puke.


• Take off skirt so it can go in the laundry and put on a pair of jeans instead that are clean because I haven't worn jeans in >2 years.


• They're a size 11/12.


• Consider killing self.


• Seriously, I've been losing weight lately, but apparently I was right when I said it all came from my boobs. What the actual fuck, I'm pretty sure I wore that size when I weighed like 15-20 pounds more than I do atm.


• "Chances" comes on laptop music shuffle. Decide today is for sobbing over "Vincent and the Doctor" and possibly alcohol.