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Today is going to be a good day—I’m feeling very optimistic.
Unfortunately you can’t get needles and syringes over the counter, so I’ve ordered some from the Internet. Next day delivery. Can’t keep slicing my arm every time Thea gets hungry. I’ll get animal blood eventually, when things settle down. Maybe lamb or beef. But right now I’ve got too much on my plate even to venture outside the house.
I’ve also called the school, told them that Thea has a bug and won’t be in for the rest of the week. I called mum to apologise and said that she’d get her money in the next few weeks. The conversation didn’t exactly go well, but it’s a start. At least she didn’t call me a murderer this time.
I’ll take b***h over murderer any day of the week.
But the best news of all is Thea. The thrashing
