Friday

Good morning peeps,

As you can see, I am once again awake when I should be asleep, which means I am still in relapse.
I do not feel good at all and this is before I look to see what the Bishop of Winchester has done to harm me.

At the moment every day is like floating in a meaningless nightmare that won't stop, won't slow down and let me go. I can't count time or work out what I should be doing, I am exhausted, I am confused and I am frightened.

Yesterday my mate wanted me to go over to his house, he even offered to send a taxi, I am upset because he knows I am in distress and I can't stop his concern. He wants to help but I am so tired that all I can do is stay here in a daze and occasionally go out and sit on the wall with my cup of coffee. That is how life is at the moment.

How many days have passed? It is only Friday, the Bishop attacked on Wednesday. It feels like a lifetime has gone by since then.

My end of year papers are facing serious issues if I do not recover. And I have not done any music practice this week so I am going to have to cancel this week's lesson.

I need to sort out the car exchange and a lot of other things, but I can't think straight.