Well, after 6 days without food, I’m still here. Sigh. In fact, I felt fine before falling off the wagon on Friday. I’m even thinking about doing it every week - 5 days fasting, 2 days partying. If that doesn’t shock my heart into giving up, then surely nothing will.
A sudden rise in mood motivated me to start eating again, which was annoying. All that work! I’m wondering whether to just keep on the bottle, as the DTs are making me quite anxious this morning. I’m due a boiler inspection by the council later, but I just can’t be arsed to clear up for them.
I deleted my erotic short fiction from The Whittling Post, as I believe some of their content wasn’t covered by Blogger’s adult content policy. Shame, as I put a lot of effort into them, genuinely considering them to be art. I’m not sure what to do with the stories now. I doubt anywhere else will have them. I guess I could always try self-publishing, but that sounds like a massive pain-in-the-bum.
And not in a good way.
They did somewhat clash with the general vibe of a cultural review blog, so it makes sense to weed them out. I was originally going to just post one or two, then open up a separate blog for them altogether, but then I just forgot. It’s all for the best, I’m sure. Alas!
So, yeah, I’m sort of in limbo today. I’m neither happy nor sad. I just am. I haven’t washed in a few days, so I best go run a bath asap.
I just don’t know where I’m going anymore.
Do stay in touch, darlings.
Toodles
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