EIGHT YEARS 293 DAYS / DAY SEVENTY-SIX: WEDNESDAY 18 SEPTEMBER 2024

Met up with a lady who’ll take care of Otto soon, took Otto to the vet, walked Otto with his best friend, a vizla, Fish, then hung my painting in my new kitchen space. Then stayed up really late watching early love islands getting a buzz from being up when everyone was asleep.

A day of very little achievement.
Woke up with cutting migraine, not able to eat or talk or go to work.
Stayed in bed with curtains rolled down all day, despite an apparently sunny day outside.
Did make this broccoli and fig pie, out of leftovers in the fridge for dinner. So something was achieved.

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