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Brain has gone tits-up again (there's a mental image). In a very unhelpful 'guilty cos I feel too shitty to go to a rally which is making me feel more shitty which is making me feel more guilty' etc loop.

There's so much going wrong in my life I'm not sure where to start explaining it, and I don't feel like it cos it's boring. What I want to do is some laundry and see a friend and go to uni to redo this dang painting. Writing this post is an attempt to convince myself that being miserable on the couch is achieving diddly fuck squat all and I should get up already.