Spent the day pottering about - badly hung over - was still on the verge of pukin' in the morning
More or less okay now. Was in a real pissed off/ viscious/ don't give a fuck mood. was without feeling and strong enough to tear the face off the earth. Found my feet in the evening with the healing power of music. - the days before rock n roll (Van Morrisson) worked a little, sorting out those script print outs of paradox. Did a compilation tape of some good stuff to stick on in the van. Bath and bed. Though I gave up on Rachel, I know what I'd do if the right letter fell on the mat tomorrow. Took the pictures down. Feel nothing now. Am an empty shell waiting to be pushed in some direction.
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