Dec 29, 2010 02:46
Went to a party in Winchester... or devon... my memory is a bit hazy on the details. I think I ended up in wales. There was definetly a welshman in a red bow tie and chainmail involved somewhere and that "I have never" drinking game. Then I ended up housesitting for a friend in Bradford, then rented the house next to his, sold my soul to Kentucky fried chicken and suddenly felt seller's remorse. Several years of depression followed by justified psychotic rage and mounting credit card debt. Moved back to Motherwell to sort out my finances, get physical repairs and try to come to terms with the psychological damage of twenty something years... and, now I'm here... Hmm, what now.