Good lunchtime.
Well last night I had terrifying distressing dreams about Jane Fisher's police coming after me and getting me.
I woke up sick, again, this morning band struggled to sort myself out.
By lunchtime I had some porridge and fruit.
I see no point at all in this life, I have been completely let down and cannot live this way, and so I look forward to returning to my real life, on the streets, soon.
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