Tomorrow is my birthday.
Tonight I have got DRESSED for the first time in 9 days to mark the occasion (and possibly because MindReader’s coming over in an hour and he perhaps deserves to have a girlfriend who wears dayclothes) I feel absolutely knackered from opening my drawers and am going to go and have a lie down, but still! Clothes!
I am trying not to be too bleak. I have perfected the art of napping (3.25 – 5pm), not shouting at MindReader and MadFather when I need help getting up the stairs, and feeling sorry for my body and its low platelet counts and other complaints so that I do pretty much whatever it tells me to. Today, it needed expensive Covent Garden Co. soup. What can you do but obey? 
Also: it’s hard to be bleak when you received 20 birthday cards today alone, and Haribo sweets through the post
Oh no! I don’t know where to send you anything.
Well, happy birthday, lovely. I hope this year is a grand, energetic one.
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