1.4. 2000

My pelvis feels broken. I took a walk, that's why. And it wasn't any ordinary, easy walk, it was that kind of walk that I do. The 'it's two feets of snow on the ground but I have to go out and walk in the woods without following the path and get wet to my tights and get lost and end up 3 miles from where I thought I was and six miles from home'. That type of a walk. Now I'm back and I couldn't move for the first hour I was back here because my legs ached so much.
I'm not fit. I don't go out and I don't do sports. I almost never take walks, especially not walks like this. The snow was fucking wonderful, partly it was hard enough to let me walk on it but partly it just gave in under my weight and gave me a nice and welcoming hug. I got my boots full of snow by the time I had gotten lost and stopped crying (which wasn't the time when I turned back).
I had to get out though so that's why I was there, and I was feeling too terrible to stand seeing any human being (one couple was there, but they were the only people I saw for the whole three hours) so that's why I went for the woods. I was also in a sufficiently horrible mood to stop every once in a while to beg god to kill me. So I didn't watch where I was going.
Yeah. At least I got exercise.

I hate April Fools' day. The jokes are never funny and I always get really paranoid and think that everyone's trying to wind me up.

My life's too dull to write about today.

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