Keep singing Chess, neurons...

Feb 22, 2015 17:27

...please for the love of all the gods don't start singing PinkFloyd.

So yesterday I ate ten grapes and probably about two slices worth of bread. There was tea and orange juice and vodka.

There was also a rather grumpy message from my father that said:

"Hi EJ. Are you ever actually on Skype? I'm n ot going to be around a great deal this coming week, but i think I'm around on the 28th. Perhaps we can speak at some point."

After reading that I spent five minutes trying not to throw up and convinve myself that everything was fine. I'd not felt that shit since kee was in jail. My father said I could be at the Oast, but now I get the impression that due to work and Sally and general inconvenience he doesn't want me there at all. I can't afford to pay Matt rent, and I don't imagine Matt wants me around either.

I hate this.

Today I've eaten broccoli and two baby potatoes.

hiatus

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