Luke and I had fun this evening. I was on the edge of a panic attack for most of the day unfortunately and by the time Luke got home I was standing on the bathroom (shoes on too lol) counter trying to look behind the mirror to figure out if it could be taken off the wall without breaking it. He comes in and I'm so obsessively transfixed by the mirror debarkle that when his voice breaks and shrieks, "what are you DOING?!" I get such a shock, my heart rate jumps through the roof and it's a good half hour before I feel steady on my feet again.
Uh. No sudden loud noises for anxiety boy standing on a porcelain sink with nothing to hold onto but a smooth vertical surface when you come in and make him shit in his pants, thank you.
I explained, finally, after recovering from that heart attack, that I "simply" wanted to remove all the mirrors in the house, because I just I don't want to see the kilos pile on as they reattach themselves to my yoyo dieting body. Luke shrugged, as if what I'd just said was only mildly insane, and suggested that instead of taking them down it might be easier to cover them up.
With what?
Oh, newspaper i guess.
Boring.
Porn?
Bingo.
No.
Ok fine, let's just cover it with random shit and blu tac.
Now I'm falling asleep sittingup so adios, bitches. We have covered the mirror with
. Green! Turns out Sarah has s huff
Oh yeah ok i wrote last bit while asleep again haha second sleep entry do. Far
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