So, naturally, the first thing I did was order poison slop (McDonald's, it was disgusting. The fries tasted like they weren't even cooked). Then I got to gambling. After a couple of hours I'd turned my £200 into £500. Then a few of hours later I'd turned it into £0. Meh, whatever. But the worst part is I have a Doctor's appointment tomorrow for a blood test, which means I have to leave the house and interact with humans, for the first time since I last went to the Doctor's probably a year ago. I'm now racked with anxiety. 
I'm also fatter than I've ever been. And I'll have to get weighed and shit, hopefully I don't have type 2 Diabetes. The funny thing is the nurse who usually does it is massively fat herself. I genuinely don't know how people with active jobs and who participate in society get fat. I lay in bed all day, every day and eat shit. But if I had to be seen regularly by people, the shame of being fat would make me lose it immediately.
TL;DR: I blow my neetbux gambling and have to be social tomorrow.
I'm also fatter than I've ever been. And I'll have to get weighed and shit, hopefully I don't have type 2 Diabetes. The funny thing is the nurse who usually does it is massively fat herself. I genuinely don't know how people with active jobs and who participate in society get fat. I lay in bed all day, every day and eat shit. But if I had to be seen regularly by people, the shame of being fat would make me lose it immediately.TL;DR: I blow my neetbux gambling and have to be social tomorrow.
