Hi bloggys,

I do whinge a lot, and when I am depressed I feel guilty for whingeing so I whinge about whingeing :)

Well, I have felt very low indeed. And by this afternoon my energy ran out and my stomach was hurting and remembering those horrible tubes, so I wandered up here to the old chap's place and used some of my meagre moneys for another night here.
I have no idea how I am going to survive, I have never got so low on money so quickly, I only got my money yesterday and I haven't got enough for a fortnight and I still need boots and a haircut.

I get one lot of money one fortnight and two lots the next fortnight, and this is the one lot of money fortnight and I have had train fares, bus fares, clothes and toiletries to get this time and also used money to stay here at the old chap's place.

I had some texts with a friend earlier that cheered me up, I have nothing and am worthless but my friends are little lights shining in the darkness.

My foot  is a lot better, less painful but still not right, I soaked it in hot salt water earlier.
I have sorted my backpack out and am watching crocodile Dundee now.
I meant to do some writing but because it is making my depression worse I think I will give it a rest.

Earlier I saw my pal with the dog, so he is still around! And the old soldier was back at the outreach lunch, apparently he has survived being hit by a motorbike!

The weather is now cold and clear after all the rain, I should be out there but physically it is better for me to rest here. emotionally no, the bad memories send me mad.

I was really hoping to go to London to help my favourite charity for a day, but I simply haven't enough money, sometimes life is so useless.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQlUAhdvkXA