...I've already given up on the day.
I've taken my morning pills, started the virus scan, blew up at Steve after he completely messed up the kitchen so that I couldn't make his breakfast or even a hot drink and discovered the letter that D said was guaranteed to be here before 11am yesterday but never turned up might have gone to a different address if she didn't put in the full address I sent her. Then Steve said he'd put his dad's tomato plants on the doorstep so that I could drag them into the kitchen, but he held them up at his chest height (he's a foot taller than me) so I had to stretch up to full stretch to take them off him and he let go before I'd taken a proper hold so they dropped to the floor. I dragged them into the kitchen and I really have had as much as I can take now. I've got enough pills to take together which is feeling like an increasingly good move right now, but Steve wouldn't have anyone to blame everything on then.
I really can't cope for much longer, I really can't.
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