not the best day in the history of the world

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Today I woke up (to keep with the recent themes below) in agony with my back and my neck- from the mid point of my spine to my head. What a fucking nightmare. Forced to take painkillers and zone out for the whole day whilst cancelling yet more lectures-

I sat all day and watched the gardeners clear up the portico in ruskin park and cried with the agony of pain and ageing. The double whammy of all time.

Ah, I give up. What's the point anymore ...

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