I have to make sure I am writing in the right blog now.

I went to the samaritans last night, I was nearly too nervous to talk to the young samaritan lad, I don't usually talk to lads but he was actually good to talk to, and someone made me tea in the biggest cup in the world, I had two of these huge mugs of tea while I talked and that made up for all the recent tea shortages.

Then I went to soup kitchen and got sandwiches and a bit of cake. I ate some of the sandwiches and cake and saved the rest for tomorrow.
I went to the loo at the all night loos as I didn't want to be up all night, then I went to bed down, it is a cold night. I bedded down warm and comfortable and slept the night with no loo breaks, no waking up at all, which is unusual, especially at the weekend.

I got up and set the stove up for brewing coffee and sorted my backpack out a bit and left some of my things with my bedding in order to make thebackpack lighter. I have started suffering depression in the morning again that makes me reluctant to get up and face the world again. It was 8am when I climbed cautiously out of my comfy blankets and found that I could stand and walk ok. Last night I dreamed a riot of colourful vivid dreams, but all I can remember is a dream about looking something up in the phonebook while my dad was standing there silently looking at something on the floor.

I brewed coffee and then headed to the loo and was dismayed to find that I had soemhow had a very upset stomach without noticing at all, I think the doctor needs to know that as well, what on earth is wrong with me?
Anyway, I had a good wash and took my medicines and then it was library time already, it was a cold night and is a cold morning but I haven't felt cold at all. My hair is a disasterous mess due to being washed yesterday and wearing a hat today.

Last nigt there were some drunk girls giggling about my giraffe and calling him a camel, I said to them in very BBC english 'don't laugh at my giraffe', and that made them laugh even more.