Last night my head itched so ferociously I thought I might die. It is kind of other worldly to be awake at 4am just because you can't stop itching an itch on the top of your head. It made me feel a bit doolally, if you know what I mean. Just typing this I can feel it start to tingle again. Maybe someone has put a curse on me (it wouldn't be the first time).
I found out that the baby next door is called Xander, which must be some sort of sign. I also read this week that the real life man who is Xander has gone to rehab in Malibu or some other dumb place like that because he is a fat alcoholic, knowing things like that are life affirming, only in a lousy way, like when my Dad used to tell me to stop living in a daydream when I was seventeen and working at Argos, I was like 'thanks Dad now I can fully enjoy the splendor of life working the worst job of my life in the Midlands.'
Hmm it's just started raining, if I had a bottle of wine I'd strech out and make a toast to a beautiful afternoon.
I found out that the baby next door is called Xander, which must be some sort of sign. I also read this week that the real life man who is Xander has gone to rehab in Malibu or some other dumb place like that because he is a fat alcoholic, knowing things like that are life affirming, only in a lousy way, like when my Dad used to tell me to stop living in a daydream when I was seventeen and working at Argos, I was like 'thanks Dad now I can fully enjoy the splendor of life working the worst job of my life in the Midlands.'
Hmm it's just started raining, if I had a bottle of wine I'd strech out and make a toast to a beautiful afternoon.
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