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The 20th & 21st; I listened to Photograph by Ed Sheeran on the way home and it was really hard work to not cry.

The 20th of November.  Tired. Another day of things. 

Photopheresis again at half eleven, on which I rattled along quite nicely, barely finishing my paper before I was done. This afternoon, I was going to be trying on bridesmaid dresses for Becky's wedding so I thought I'd better be wearing clothes that weren't too much effort to get out of. 

When we got home from hospital, I sat on a towel and tried to buff dead skin off my legs and moisturise because my skin is just so dry. I put tights on afterwards in the end anyway. 

So I tried on four dresses, plus one that I just liked for me. They didn't allow photos in the shop for copyright reasons, so unfortunately I have no pictures. We have some definite contenders though. 

This evening I have just been eating all of the things because I started my period yesterday. Artificial hormones driving my body mental. 

The 21st of November. 

It's been a weird day. I feel like nothing happened until I went to see Mockingjay but that wasn't until half past two. 

At first, watching Nat Dormer do actual acting (I haven't seen anything she's in before) was a bit strange but then I got used to her character and it was fine. She has a good shaped head. 

I think it just reminded me of having something that you believe in so fiercely that you would fight for it. I'm not fighting for a revolution, I'm not going to pretend my cause is more important than anyone else's, but I'm still hoping to make a difference in the world. What I want only takes a few moments but can give years. 

I listened to Photograph by Ed Sheeran on the way home and it was really hard work to not cry.