Yesterday teatime onward hasn't been very nice. Noise outside to begin with, lots of cars pulling up and waiting for ages with their engines running. Then the nomads downstairs joined in with the general cacophony, with one explosion after another, and all the horrible 'musical' bits of their computer game. Then from 9-11 pm someone over the road had a generator running intermittently. It was still running when I went to bed.
I got up at about half past six this morning feeling very battered. I am crowded out with over-thinking, and already have a headache, and pins and needles in my arms and legs. Then I got to the garden to do some work, only to find that there has been some more vandalism since yesterday afternoon. It really is depressing. It ain't always easy being autistic, you know. Autism can be a bit of a cunt.
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