6. What’s the last thing you said out loud?

Heh, it was something like "look at us, still awake at ten o'clock." We were celebrating the fact that the movie has just finished. (The movie was from the 80s and called Chopping Mall, and it was exactly like you'd think it would be based on those facts. We loved it.)

It's been a long day, it started for me five minutes before someone rang the doorbell who was supposed to call before he turned up but hadn't. He was here from the British Heart Foundation to collect clothes and furniture and stuff that we wanted to donate, and it's exciting having all that stuff out of the house, heh.

It was 7:30 by that point but I knew I was awake for the day. I had a pretty chill morning until I got a "reminder" for a meeting I didn't know I was expected to be at, or maybe I'd confused it with another one this afternoon that is organized by the same person. One was 10:30-11:30 and mostly consisted of one person ranting about one thing. The other was from 1:00-3:30 (or maybe 4?) and I was the lucky person absolutely beset by technical difficulties so I couldn't answer questions when they were asked of me, couldn't really contribute at all. It was so frustrating and I think it was just the last straw for my mental health which hasn't been great this week/fortnight/etc. anyway. I could feel myself overreacting, just thinking everything was terrible and being unable to imagine anything good ever. Same as I was the other day about the job interview. It has really felt like a lot of work being me lately.

I actually had to go lie down after a while of pretending I could function like a person after Zoom finally kicked me out for the last time sometime after 3. I slept fitfully for a couple of hours, my head throbbing and other symptoms making me wonder if I was getting a migraine. It might explain the brain chemistry imbalance being even worse than usual, too?

This evening was better: diffrentcolours made dinner, kievs and rice. We took Gary for a long walk and then he walked with me up to the polling station. I didn't feel like voting but was keen to audit a new polling place/staff after having had pretty disappointing experiences with my old one. This one was only the expected amount of terrible, people saying "go over there" and so on, but at least they did speak to me which is all it took to improve upon the last place.

As usual finding the small black slot in the big black ballot box was a nightmare, and two different staff were no more help than telling me to fold my ballots in half (which I had already done) and put them in the box -- which was hard to do! Especially with covid hygiene theatre meaning I didn't want to touch things more than I had to; normally I'd quite happily fumble around for a thing like that but even though I'm personally convinced that touching things isn't a risk (and I'm a day short of two-weeks-post-second-vaccine, so all but fully vaccinated at this point) I didn't want to be seen touching everything. Plus I'm all out of the habit! I only just started touching the spinny cones again yesterday on my way home from work. I love touching things, I'm looking forward to that again! It just saves me so many spoons.

And then we watched Chopping Mall, like I said, and all managed to go to bed or near bed at a decent hour!