Behold, I have morphed into Miss Organization (sarcasm, underline, underline). On Thursday I didn't bring any pens with me to Uni, yesterday I missed a meeting because I got the time wrong, today I forgot to bring my books and phone.

Yet, somehow, I remember the important things - I found 3 lollipops and chocolate in my bag.

I called the specialist this morning, tried to make an appointment but I failed... I've been turned away and she hasn't even seen me yet - Am I such a hopeless case?

Don't answer that.

I will have to get a referral for someone else from my GP is all.

Life is this machiavellian sort of surreal at the moment. My head has been hacked off but is hanging from my neck gruesomely by a few bloody threads while my heart has been exposed and is dangling even more precariously from my chest, only a few pieces of barbed wire (it's all we had handy) securing it in place as I walk around, carry on as if everything is normal, and maybe it is, maybe in time my state of decapitation will not be something I observe because I am so used to it being there.

But for now I continue to walk around, bemusedly wondering how many others are walking around like this.

That would have been a good ending for I have nothing else to add but for some reason I'm not leaving.

Lingering here, lingering everywhere, I don't know the pleasure of moving on, since generally the only time I leave something is when I am pushed forward by something else.

Waiting for a brain transplant, I think mine has finally given out.

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