I am sick and the doctors can’t diagnose me. On top of that I think I’ve been barking up the wrong tree with regard to D and I’m just sick of everything. The only bright spot is the release of the new Harry Potter novel. I’ll spend today holed up reading it. I’ll nick a comfy chair from Neighbour’s place and curl with tea and smokes.
I’m also sick of being sick and not having internet access. I’m typing these at my neighbour bar, drooping over the counter, waiting for K and drinking diet coke. Here she is now. Bye blog