Describe your day.

[Minimalist]

but I never want to have to do that again.

You know what they say..."that which does not kill you makes you stronger."

But, the corollary to that is that sooner or later you will do something that kills you and that will definitely stop your progress right in its tracks.

[Cyberman]

In a strange way, I suddenly feel a lot more confident somehow...

[Mystical]

You should You fucking did it!

For years I was actually afraid to go out into public without a mask (with good reason, my immune system was wiped out with meds to counter-attack an overactive immunity). I eventually stopped going into public.
After my health got better and I most of my immunity back, either life or myself threw me into all the situations I needed in order to get over them. Now I not only go to a movie, but I don't hold my breath till I'm blue when someone coughs, or breathe in my sleeve the whole time I'm in public. I'll get in an elevator and touch the buttons even, rather than going on the stairs. I actually touch the handrails down the stairs, I don't carry hand sanitizer bottles in my purse, and I am not afraid to hug or kiss people anymore. It's been a process, but a strengthening one. You'll be better and feel better with every step you take

[Minimalist]

In a strange way, I suddenly feel a lot more confident somehow...

Right.

Next step.....bungee jumping!

[Cyberman]

Thank you for the encouragement; I'm so proud for having done it, however I've been acrophobic all my life and I don't envisage overcoming that anytime soon. I think it might have something to do with something I was told about my early childhood which I have absolutely no memory of myself. Apparently my little sister and I had opened our bedroom window and were leaning out of it. Nothing particularly unusual, except we lived in a fifteenth-storey flat at the time. We were snatched to safety by our Dad but I do wonder if it had a lifelong effect on me. Interestingly, though, my sister isn't affected by heights as far as I know.

As for bungee jumping, I'd need to be pumped so full of drugs just to get me up to the platform, I'd end up floating away. Even that smiley makes my crown jewels want to hide in my stomach.

[Kayenneh]

Since I just woke up, I'm going to relate yesterday's happenings.

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As usual, my phone makes horrible noises too early. Five more minutes. Ten more minutes. Eventually I gather what little strength I have and climb out of bed. I shuffle towards the bathroom, the door whines loudly when I open it, I should probably oil it. S is snoring quietly on the sofa and doesn't even stir. I sit down on the toilet and reach for my book, that rests on the washing machine. 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. Why on earth did I buy this book? It's horrendous and if it wasn't for my curiosity to see what the hype is about, I wouldn't be reading it.
I get up and wash my hands with my new soap that smells really good, somewhat masculine. My tired eyes stare back at me in the mirror and my hair looks like a nesting place for crows. Noting new here. A shower would both wake me up and improve my looks. but I have only half an hour to get ready before my bus leaves. I grab the brush and tug it trough my hair, I pick out a flamboyant pink hair band, tie my hair into a ponytail and push my bangs away with a black diadem with a bow. There, much better. My skin looks nice today with no major blemishes, so I decide not to put any make-up on. I hurry to the kitchen, take my depression medication with a gulp of water, throw whatever clothes I find on me and then I'm out of the door.

The bus ride to town is as uneventful as usual. I listen to morning radio via my phone. The music they play isn't that good, but at least it's better than what I got on my playlist. After the ride I head over to the only open kiosk, buy my lunch and then take the next bus to work. It's at times like these I wonder why I started to work in a pharmacy in the neighboring town, when there are so many more closer to home. But then one of my co-workers wave at me and we start talking and I remember, I have brilliant people that I work with.

There's a throng of people at my till, it's a really busy day. To make matters even more hectic, we have a group of guys, who sells body content measurements to anyone interested. The staff get the measurement for free, but I don't want to. Since my breakdown, I haven't been at the gym and I know I've gained weight, especially fat. No, I don't need it printed on paper, I know just how badly I'm doing physically. I make a mental note to start accustoming myself to the thought of going back to the gym soon.
Blip, blip, blip! The bar code reader is constantly in use. Even though the line is long and more people are walking towards the check out, I manage to smile and be friendly.
"Thank you, and have a nice weekend!", a customer says to me.
I blink a couple of times, before I remember my manners and wish him a good weekend back. This is odd, usually I get that line maybe twice a year, today three of my customers have said it. That's odd.

My hour at the till is finally over and I get to stretch my legs. There's a lot to do and I have only two hours left. I hurry to restock, clean up the shelves and point the customers to their products. But suddenly it's 15.00 and I can go home. The bus doesn't leave before 15.35, so I go to my favorite nut/snack shop and to my delight I see that they have licorice dipped in yogurt dipped in salmiak powder. Delicious! I buy a large bag and a lemon-y infusion.

Once I'm home I call my friend. We're supposed to get tickets to Tomorrowland. We're both hyped up, after all, we've been waiting for this for some months now. At first it's enthralling, but after the minutes pass away, we realize how unlikely it is that we are going to get two tickets. Two hours later, all the tickets are sold and I didn't get any. I'm mortified.

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[Zen Badger]

It's Sunday here (6.00pm) I woke up about eight, lay in bed reading facebook on my phone and drinking coffee for a while.

Then got up and played around in the garden for a bit, cooked bacon and eggs for brekkie.

In short, a lazy Sunday at home.

[rexbeccarox]

It was beautiful and 80 degrees out today. I live at the beach. Nothing more to say, except the SPF flows on days like this, and I've got no problem with that.

Stimbo, that's pretty awesome. I tend to be a little shy in crowds and around people I don't know, and it's messed with me in the past, but it sounds like you're really overcoming something debilitating. Congratulations

[Napoléon]

Haha, I'm surprised you weren't more worried on the public transport Stimbo. Late night buses in Birmingham are what would shit me up personally.

As for my day?

Well, I've just woke up, turned my ps3 on, plan on doing some Skyrim, but I've been distracted by these forums. Not the first time that's happened.

[dg-pilz-e]

Got back from my buddies house, showered and watched a few episodes of House.
Then I played Civilization 5 for 3 hours, playing a game I've been stuck on because Japan settled about 70% of the world. Nuked the crap outta him and still lost.
Oh the irony >.<