Thursday.

My flatmate is moving today. Our property manager hasn't shown up to do the final inspection for her, but I plan to keep the place immaculate, so there's no doubt that she will get her bond back. As she's said, I will miss her. Probably not as much as she thinks I will, because the place she's moving to is within walking distance, but still. It's going to be different, we moved in here together and we've been here for six months. So, things are about to change and be different.

I have probation in just over an hour. Assuming my probation officers doesn't ask any sticky questions (and she hasn't for the last few weeks), I'll be going to fortnightly reporting. Finall! I was sentenced back in June, it's about time I got off fortnightly. If she does ask sticky questions, I might end up in some sort of trouble that would take me away from a computer for a week or so . . . so if I don't blog again within the next three days, you know where I am, and I will be back.

I'm not depressed. I'm sleeping almost exactly five hours every night, but I wake up so suddenly and completely that it's like my brain has just gone "okay, you've had enough sleep, get up and get on with your day". I stay in bed for another few hours, but after tomorrow I'll probably just get up and go for a walk or something. I had an absolutely excellent two-hour nap on my blue sofa after lunch yesterday. I was just so comfy, and my lunch was yummy, I just curled up and I was really comfy, and so I had a nap. Then I felt really good! Sort of jealous of those countries where everybody has a siesta.

I got pencil sharpeners yesterday, and I took them apart, and I now have my favourite toys, so naturally I cut last night. My arms aren't tooooo messy, but I'm still wearing long sleeves - it's just one of those things. Luckily it isn't too overly warm today.

When I rang my Mum yesterday to gloat about our tomato (we've been growing tomato plants in our garden, a tomato ripened so we ate half each and it was juicy and delicious and sweet and awesome), apparently I was talking far too fast. My Mum actually asked me if I was on anything. No Mum, not this time lol. Sam hasn't said I've been talking fast just normally so I figure it's just an excited on the phone to Mum thing. Mind you, I haven't really felt like talking to Sam too much lately. Just . . . don't feel like talking. I guess we'll see how fast I talk to my probation officer, that will be the real tell.

I'm eating normally. And the diarrohea has almost completely subsided. I'm almost back into a poop routine that isn't related to having eaten in the last hour, so that's nice. I feel a lot better than I felt a week or so ago. I'm just finding self-harm really, really addictive at the moment, and I want to make sure I have a back up plan. Probably not healthy thinking but I. Don't. Care.

Leisa's back on Monday. That will be good. It's still a couple of weeks until Judy comes back because she broke her wrist, but so long as my probation officer puts me on fortnightly today, I don't care.

And that's Thursday's blog. =]