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♫ like sugar and spice ♫

Upcoming bad days are being ignored for now.  I'm too busy feeling almost normal.  My sleeping is still rubbish, but I'm managing to get moving.

Got out of bed every day since last Monday.  YAY ME!

Worked the last 5/5 days.  YAY ME!

Spent time with my family.  YAY ME!

Caught up with a dear friend.  YAY ME!

Was sociable with a new person.  YAY ME!

Showered often.  YAY ME!

Ate properly.  YAY ME!

Sang in the car.  YAY ME!

Put up Xmas decorations.  YAY ME!

In the immortal words of James Brown.... ♫ OW - I Feel Good - nanananananana ♫


Thankyouandgoodnight!

Derri
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