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Monday 22nd November 2021

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Not sure how I am operating on the tiny amount of sleep I’ve had. I’m probably dead and haven’t even realised. Ha ha. What an idiot! I could stop working and relax if I just took a moment to check my pulse.
If I am alive (and I am not saying I am) then I made staying alive slightly more likely today by going to get my booster today. Apparently there are still people out there who reject all the evidence from hospitals that it’s basically just the unvaccinated who are clogging up the Covid wards (and almost exclusively filling up the Covid morgues), but I am very happy to fill my veins with lovely vaccine (and nanobots) asap.
Yeah dudes, it doesn’t stop you getting Covid, it just makes it very unlikely that Covid will kill you. 
So rather than waiting three more weeks for my actual offered appointment, I went to a walk-in place where no appointment was necessary. 
And what a well oiled machine it was. As a non-appointment person I was directed to a different waiting room to the people who had appointments (of course I had had one, but it as four days too early). After about ten minutes I was lead through to another room where I had to wait too, but much nearer to the needles. Everyone was directed where to sit and then when to get up and head to a table to be pricked. I was maybe waiting for 25 minutes max (but then had to wait for 15 minutes to check that the nanobots were working). It was all very friendly and easy and beautifully explained and there was a fairly joyful mood from the injectees.
My arm hurt a bit more than it had before afterwards. But that’s just another pain to add to my smorgasbord of agony. I feel very relieved to be up to date on pricks though. This has been a weird year for me (and ONLY me) and if I am not dead yet, then I’d like to keep it that way as long as possible.

I am trying to teach my daughter about reading the room.  Sometimes it’s not the right time for a joke or a joke has run its course (yeah, I know, this is all a bit rich coming from me) and so you have to look at how the joke is going down and act accordingly. My daughter decided to turn this into a bit and started trying to literally read the room, saying her mummy’s face was shaped like an O. She then did this joke for way too long and then, when I picked her up from school carried on with it. I could not be more proud. And I did explain that sometimes jokes started to annoy people before then becoming funny again. 
So we haven’t learned a thing.

I accidentally started live streaming this afternoon and broadcast a black screen until Chris Evans (not that one) texted me to see if it was deliberate. We got up to 88 viewers watching the blank screen, which is almost as many as we get for the snooker, which shows that I am wasting my time.


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