Thursday

Hey peeps,

I am battling depression at the moment and I had to give up on work.
It doesn't help that the crooked police complaints department contacted me yesterday and today.
Someone must have kicked them into action.
I told them I fancied the chief constable.

In case you are wondering what happened with me and the police, it was the church of england trying to avert my civil legal action. Tough shit.

I will believe in the police the day that they arrest Jane Fisher and charge her.

Anyway, I tried to go to work but I couldn't.

I have had some 5HTP and chocolate, and I will just spend the day working on short story contest deadlines and music revision. The floor needs a mop too.

I may also do a bit more with The Wanderer's Diary book 4. Which is sitting on 50,000 words unedited and is not in this week's schedule.

Yesterday I went to work, worked well, and then went up on the cliffs, the cold and sea and smoke and sky were awesome, I love this time of year.

I mainly did music revision yesterday, until my eyes were closing, and I fell into bed and slept.