even facebook wants me to work

An ad just told me to stop procrastinating. God. Isn't that going to lose facebook a lot of money? So today is the day of work which will solve all my problems. A mere 3000 words should cover it, despite having no idea how to connect them. Right now is the happiest bit of a day like this: a big coffee, drunk slowly, and the earnest checking of the many ways people can contact me. They haven't, not even my abuser, which is sad as they are almost certainly the only person outside of my family to have read this. Perhaps I shouldn't have been rude.

I did some exercise yesterday, and through some miracle don't hurt today. It's for the usual health/vanity reasons, but I like to think I have it harder than other people. My bones are slim and not very dense, with no effect other than to make me look skinnier than I am. Wine bottles have a dome of glass at the bottom to make them seem more voluminous than they are - this is what I'm missing, metaphorically. But being ripped would put me at the epicentre of a lot of swooning, which would be inconvenient.

Right, here goes.