Hanging

Alright… quick one, yeah. I’m hanging.

So… yesterday I actually saw Ed. Edwin was up stupid early — half five, six-ish? I can’t even remember properly. He wanted to take me out, make sure I was alright… and I think, maybe, try and patch things up between us a bit. Build a few bridges. Whatever.

We ended up going out in the car and just… driving round places we used to go when I was younger. Old haunts. Sounds cheesy, but it was actually alright. Kinda nice, in a weird way.

Then… yeah. We left the car at a pub.

And that should tell you everything.

I’m pretty sure we had way more than a few. Got a taxi back, and now I feel like death. Proper rough. Mouth like sandpaper, head pounding, the lot.

So I’m not doing a full post today. It’s gonna have to be tomorrow when I carry on.

Sorry. I know I keep saying that.

I’ve also been sat here trying to make this site behave because it keeps doing this flashing thing and it’s doing my head in. No idea why it’s doing it. I’ll sort it… when I’m not dying.

And I still have to do all this in secret anyway because they don’t know about this laptop, so I’ve got to be careful.

Right… I’m going back to bed.

I’ll post tomorrow. Latest.

Sorry. Bye.