Don't want to go, don't want to. S will knock on the door any moment & I will have no choice at all.
Milk boiled over.
Well, at least I slept (except for the usual 2.30am wake-up call thanks to the pain. No change there then). Convinced I'm losing weight, but the scales disagree.
She'll not be amused if I'm not ready. Bye.
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