Whatever

Right… I’m not as rough as yesterday. Still not 100%, but I’m alive.

And I’ll say this — the other day was actually good. Proper good. So yeah… I’ll give Evan that. For once, it felt like a normal day out. Like the world wasn’t constantly about to kick off.

Anyway. Bit of news.

Evan’s apparently coming round tonight. To talk. Proper talk.

I’ve not really seen him since he dragged me back from Steve’s… and honestly, I don’t remember loads of that. I remember him turning up, me losing it and shouting at him, and then him just snapping — telling me to shut the fuck up. After that it’s basically blank.

And I still don’t get how we got back from Knaresborough in like… half an hour. Makes no sense. But whatever. That’s just one more thing on the pile.

So I’m gonna post the next bit now — everything from where I left off last time at Steve’s, up to now — because if Evan’s coming tonight, there’s a chance I’ll actually have something decent to put up tomorrow.

I’m not gonna lie… I’m a bit anxious.

But yeah. Here we go.